The doctor's hands moved with brisk precision, wrapping the gauze around Dominic's shoulder as the faint scent of antiseptic filled the room.
Celeste stood a few feet away, arms crossed. She hadn't said much since he got into this room with a doctor. She couldn't.
"That was a risky spot, Mr. Cross," the doctor murmured, adjusting the bandage carefully. "You should be careful next time."
Dominic didn't reply. His jaw flexed, as his eyes found Celeste across the room. He didn't like her hearing that. There was something about the way he looked at her that made her fingers curl tighter against her own arms.
The doctor cleared his throat, breaking the silence. "I'll take my leave now." His eyes darted between the two of them, sensing the tension. "If the wound reopens, call me immediately."
Celeste nodded. Dominic only gave a short nod in return with his eyes still on her.
When the doctor finally left, the silence that followed was heavy enough to press against her ribs.
