206 Caring for Him

Every night, I would stay up late and wait for Ren to return. I would offer to bathe him as an excuse to spend even more time together. As the days went by, I started to notice more injuries on Ren’s body. It started off with a few grazes on his knuckles and then some small cuts here and there, mostly on his arms. Ren never mentioned anything to me, but I would use the excuse of bathing him to fully inspect his body.

“You should go to sleep first. There’s no need for you to wait up for me,” Ren said on one of the nights when he came back to the tent.

“I wouldn’t do that. More like, I couldn’t sleep no matter how hard I tried. I want to see you, Ren,” I said before I offered him one of my sweetest smiles.

He smiled back at me. Knowing that he didn’t want me to approach him when he was unclean, I quickly offered to bathe for him. I wished it was just my imagination, but I knew well that it wasn’t so. Today Ren’s injuries had gotten worst.