"Talk to me," you pleaded in a hurt tone — not knowing whether the source of your sadness was the pain from the injury or the fact Luocha was frustrated with you.

Nevertheless, your boyfriend continued bandaging and treating the cuts and bruises on your limbs with attitude; still giving you the silent treatment.

Why couldn't you just tell him the truth? Was this what your relationship between you and him was based off of now, hiding things?

If you hadn't collapsed the way you did in front of him — the deep slashes would've went unnoticed. Your fractured wrist too. Luocha's intentions were to find out what exactly had caused all this, but now he was only focused on showing his dissatisfaction with you leaving him in the dark.