Second Failure

"It's nothing," Xavier responded, gripping his shoulders. 

Anastasia stood up from his lap, her eyes on his shirt. 

"Let me see," she requested. It was obvious he was in pain. She reached for his shirt and pulled it to the aside, revealing his broad shoulder that had a brown bandage covered with blood covering a spot. "What happened to you, Xavier?" She asked him, worry etched on her expression. 

When Xavier and his men had battled with the kidnappers, he missed a bullet by a millisecond, which led to the sharp metal grazing his shoulder. But he couldn't tell Anastasia that. He needed to cook up an excuse quickly. 

"At the gym room, one of the pieces of equipment fell on my shoulder, which led to this cut," he lied, hoping that Anastasia believed him. 

Anastasia stared at him, confusion written all over her face. She had never worked out before so she had no idea what kind of equipment he was talking about, so she decided to believe him.