You sat in painful silence with neteyam, both metaphorically..and literally.

He poured some salt water over your wounds to disinfect them. With a furrowed brow, he didn’t once look at your face, until he had to clean the cuts on your face.

“I told you that I could handle them..you did not have to stand up for me..” he broke the silence as he says in a harsh way, but he was just trying to look out for you.

He started to wrap your bigger wounds with some cloth he had. Making sure the salt water was dry before placing it carefully on your arms.

As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he cared for you. He hated seeing you hurt like this over him..