Randy patched the cut on Thorne’s cheek with a band-aid. Their gazes met for the nth time. Well, mostly because Randy was the one who kept on avoiding Thorne’s gazes.
He cleared his throat and flashed a timid smile. “So,” he trailed off. “Care to share what happen?” Randy batted his eyelashes.
Thorne scoffed, shook his head. “No. We’re not friends,”
Randy pick a new cotton ball and dipped it with anti-septic. “Oh,” he fell silent. He kept his mouth shut and continue disinfecting the wounds on Thorne’s body. The wounds were not deep, but they are starting to bruise.
Much as Randy was so curious and itching to know the story behind it, Thorne chose not to tell.
“Done,” Randy informed. He glanced and observed to all the wounds and he had a conclusion that Thorne was beaten to death.
