"What took you so long?" Frank asked as soon as William entered the master bedroom.
"It took me a while to find the medicine box." William carried the box as he approached Frank.
A long and horrible wound ran the length of Frank's arm. Dark red blood trickled like ink against his skin.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Kneeling down, William looked up at Frank. "Stretch out your hand."
Frank sat silently on the bed with his arm stretched out. He couldn't help but smile despite William's reprimands.
"You still haven't told me how you got injured," asked William.
"By accident," said Frank.
"What happened? Did Nancy do this?" Without raising his head, William continued, "You argued with her and got injured. You didn't want to go back to the villa, so you followed me home, right?"
"Yeah." Frank smiled, "William, you are still quite impressive."
"Yes, I am." William carefully wrapped the banda
n't really know you until today, William!"
Several scenes played in his head, there amidst the laughter and tears he saw only one face, a face that bore deeply into his soul, Mary.
William opened his eyes and sighed, "I'm sorry Frank, I can't do this today."
Frank's hand froze. Frustration overcame him as he fell unto the bed chuckling at his misfortune.
"Frank, I'm sorry." William sat up from the bed. Slowly, he wore his shirt again, buttoning it one by one. With his back turned to Frank, he said, "I'm going to drink some water."
Click! Click!
The door of the room was closed quietly. Standing by the door, William couldn't help but gaze at the door of Mary's bedroom.
Mary lay on her bed and stared at the ceiling.
'The sounds from the other room stopped. What are they doing?'
Mary couldn't tell whether she was more curious or sad.
Or, did she want to cover her sadness with curiosity?