I didn’t know what to say.
I fumbled out a remark, saying it did hurt, all that shbeil.
“Do you wanna call someone?” He talked slowly, like talking to a kid.
“No, as a matter of fact, it looks better already, it’s just a scratch.” I tried to walk away, but he ran in front of me. “At least let me clean it, I’d hate for you to lose your arm over something stupid like a ‘scratch’.” I couldn’t argue with that, so I reluctantly followed him.
He cleaned, bandaged, and even kissed my wound better. [He thought that was a nice touch.] I almost found it funny that he hadn’t recognized me, since I knew him right away.
“Am i free to go now?” I asked mockingly.
“Yes your majesty. God, you sure have a bad additiude.”
I threw him the coldest look I could.
He put his hands up in the air like I was gonna arrest him.
“No offence.” He tacked on.
“Mhmmm.” I growled, and went home.
I’d thank him for distracating me from my terrible afternoon if I didn’t wanna strangle him.