"Fuck!" Pete groaned as you started to sew up the cut on his abdomen. His muscles flexing and his face turned to the side as he ground his teeth. "You're a stubborn girl, you know? I already told you I don't want help." Koslow digs his fingers into the sofa when you press on his wound, trying to clean the blood that was coming out. "Stop complaining like a boring old man, I'm done." You say, tired of him. "Go to hell." he says, giving a small smile. That was strangely attractive.