Jasmine raised her left hand to cover her arms.
"Don't move" Damian suddenly said. Her hand suddenly paused midair. He continued, bandaging her arm. Jasmine felt his hands tighten against her arms, slightly increasing the pain that slid through her arm. She winced in pain.
"Oh, sorry". He bit his lip and loosened his grip and concentrated on her arm. His brows were furrowed and his jaw, tightened. Jasmine wondered if he was angry about her scars. He didn't ask or say anything about it. Did he already know about it?
"You are not saying anything". He looked up and his eyes met hers. He shot her a questioning look.
"Did you already know about it?" she curiously asked.
"Yes". He said, not his gaze still on her arm.
Jasmine didn't know the feelings that swept through her. Was it anger? Was it sadness? She was confused about how to react.
"I had to. I had to know exactly how to deal with Jamie." he explained.
"Jamie?" her face held a confused expression.
Damian looked up at her, his face held a puzzled look. He straightened up. "You never really acknowledged her, did you?"
Jasmine looked away, ignoring him.
"Do you want to keep living like this? Did you even try to treat yourself or do you want to keep avoiding anything that has to do with your past?"
"You don't have the right to talk about me like that" she snapped, her anger boiling over.
"I don't? Well then, look at the situation we have here." He breathed out in frustration. He crouched down to face her. He exhaled for a while. "Jaime is the biggest reminder of your past. If you don't get rid of her, you might never be able to move on. "
Jasmine glanced at him. She knew he was right, but her father was the main culprit. He would keep reminding her of everything she wanted to forget.
"You have to be strong if you want to fight against your father. Jaime is your safe space. What do you think he will do if he finds out about her. "
The doorbell rang across the room interrupting them.
"Think about it. Talk to me when you're ready". Damian straightened up and walked to the door. He opened the door and let the doctor in.
It was the same doctor from the hospital back then. He examined Jasmine's wound and prescribed drugs for her. The wound was not too deep and didn't need stitches." You should limit using that arm for a while". The doctorr said. He stood up to leave but Jasmine stopped him.
"Any problem?" The doctor asked.
"You should treat his too". She pointed at Damian. The doctor curiously looked at Damian, he scanned him, trying to figure out what exactly he had to treat. The man had stood tall like he didn't even know he had an injury.
"His back. His shoulder". Jasmine said. She had noticed the stain of blood when he had gone to open the door.
Damian pulled off his shirt to allow the doctor clean the wound. Broad and defined. Squared and effortlessly commanding. The line of his spine was visibly straight and sure. There was alot that was hidden under those tiny fabrics.
Jasmine looked away, not wanting to womanhandle that body at that time. She hadn't seen much of a man's body but she knew that was good.
The doctor checked it out but it was only a graze. He cleaned Damian's injury and left for the night.
The two sat back, silence stuck in the air. Jasmine wondered what he was thinking. She was a little embarrassed at how she had reacted. The silence felt awkward to her.
"How did you even get in the house in the first place?"
She was actually curious because she couldn't remember leaving the door open.
"Why was the television playing so loudly?"
Jasmine scoffed at how he had ignored her question. She bit her lower lips, not knowing how to actually tell him that she was actually scared. "I needed a little bit of noise."
He gazed intensely at her, like he wanted to pry the truth from her. Jasmine knew he didn't buy her lie. "You didn't answer my question".
"Tactics". He simply said.
"Huh?" She shot him a questioning look.
"I knocked but you didn't answer. The television was too loud and you weren't picking up the phone. I thought maybe something might have happened to you. So I used some tactics".
She muttered an 'oh'. "Well dinner would have gone cold by now. But we can still heat it up". She stood up, ready to move to the kitchen but Damian stopped her.
"Leave it to me" He said and walked into the kitchen.
"Since you are doing so, you can examine the product yourself".
Damian heated up the food and they ate up in silence. Jasmine poured some wine to drink, but Damian snatched it. He drank it all in a gulp. Her brows creased at his actions. "What are you doing? ".
" Even though you didn't get stitches, you should avoid wine for now".
"Says who? You are not a doctor".
"I'm not a doctor but a normal person should know that alcohol is a blood thinner and isn't suited for persons with injuries".
"Not like i am a normal person" Jasmine said, with a lopsided grin.
"Everyone has an alter ego" Damian replied.
"I 'm sure it doesn't pop out like mine"
"Fine, you win".
Jasmine paused, her eyes narrowed slightly. She felt like she had heard that line before but she couldn't recall. It wasn't a line she could say but she had certainly heard that somewhere. A familiar voice.
Dinner ended a few minutes later. Jasmine nervously sat back, not knowing how to ask him to stay. The moment Damian stood up, she blurted out "You should stay, it's too late already".
Damian paused and glanced at her for some time, "I was too tired to go home". He walked to the living room.
Wait! What? He had planned to stay? Or was he trying to save her some face?