"Take it, I am okay. You could just prepare enough lunch and dinner for me, I am fine," I begged him with a pained smile.
He shook his head firmly and looked away. He released my wrist and ordered me with his teeth tightly clenched together, "leave."
The words felt so painful out of his lips that gave me that moment of illusion that I was actually experiencing his pain and I knew from experience what he felt.
I felt my blood was enough to pull him out of that agony but I did have the courage to remain in the bathroom when he ordered me to leave. I stood up and dragged myself out of the shower cubicle.
I was sweating furiously and I could finally breathe well. I could help him even if he did not want. I ran out of the bathroom into the room and when I could not find a sharp enough object, I went into the kitchen.