She squats by his side, and pulls his shirt up trying to find the wound that made him bleed so much.
Little Fool held he hand and gave her a playful smile. "Someone rushed here. Did you fight with your so called husband?"
She scoffs and removes her hand from his. Removing her heels, she rushed to fetch the first aid kit. "Will you be happy if I said I did?"
"Yes." He honestly answers. "Why cant you be with me?"
Taking out a scissors, she begins to tear his shirt apart. "Because you are probaly confusing me for someone else. You confuse the feelings you have for me with love."
"Tsk...you are just trying to reject me again." Little Fool let her tear the shirt away and rests his head against the wall. In a solemn voice he questioned. "How many times has it been since you have rejected me?"
"Plus right now, I will say 32."
The man bursts into laughter. "It is 34 you idiot."