DANIEL’S POV:

She walks in with a first aid kit in her hand. She sits beside me, and takes my right hand, placing it in her lap. She starts to clean my wound. I ask her slowly, “Why did you hide that from everyone?"

"What?"

“Your medical reports of you being anemic and abused," I emphasize the last words, as I’m only angry at the person who abused my Tesoro. I’m just upset with my Tesoro.

She doesn't say anything. She finishes her task and looks at ...