“This is the second time you’ve had to provide medical assistance to me in less than a week. You must think I’m so high maintenance,” I joke. “Not at all,” he says as he rubs the alcohol over my cut. The sudden burning pain catches me completely off guard. I screech and yank my hand away. “Owwwww!” He glances up, not even trying to hide his amusement. “Okay, maybe a little high maintenance.”
