“I know, I know it hurts but hold on for just a little longer and we’re done, yeah? Think you can do that for me?" your voice is soft and caring, but deep down you're worried. It was a huge cut on her leg and you're not positive that just cleaning and applying ointment will do. Maybe you should just take her to the hospital right away.

But no. Jules hates hospitals, specially because they often ask too much questions or treat her badly. This way, she preferred to reach you out for help. You're the first friend she made in this town, if she stops to think about that.

Jules grimaces when you try to clean the wound once more. "Are you sure that's normal? Aren't you like... good at riding bikes at this point?"

She smiled weakly. "Don't know what got into me this time."

But you knew. There was something going on with her, specially because you've never seen her so preoccupied as today when she knocked on your window and said 'Hey, I kind of had a minor accident'. Deep down, you felt protective over her, you cared in a way that was almost past friendship and there's ages since you felt this way for a woman. Maybe it's your time to question if you're straight all over again.