[Rosie's POV]
"I don't agree with that," he said, his voice cracking, and I thinned my lips while smiling at him.
I placed my palms on his cheek and then shook my head. I leaned my head to his forehead, wanting him to stay calm.
"You don't need to overreact, it's just a minor scratch," I murmured sternly while taking my palms from his cheeks.
I gestured to him to sit and then let out a sigh.
"I can't do anything properly," he complains, taking his seat again while my hands scurry the kit for the right balm.
I took it out and shoved it at his face as he scoffed.
"Read before use, doctor," I instructed, beckoning him to stretch a finger.
He did just that, and I pressed some fluid on it.
"I'd stick to that, my patient," he replied, smiling at me as he began to apply the balm on my bruise.
His eyes were fixed on my foot and I suddenly admired him, not wanting this to end.
"Damien?" I called in a subtle tone and he lifted his head to look at me.
