Mason thought I was trying to provoke him, so he grabbed the camera and slammed it into my chest. “It’s just a few broken photos. I already apologized. Do you really need to hit her?” he snapped.
He turned on me, saying, “You’re the one who pushed Naomi, who only tried to help by getting you a Band-Aid. Maybe next time you’ll think twice before acting like this!”
He then cradled Naomi’s foot, examining it carefully. It was just a minor scratch, but he seemed more concerned. Without a second thought, he whisked Naomi off to get a tetanus shot, leaving me behind.
I ended up taking a taxi to the hospital alone. The doctor checked my wounds and said they were contaminated with seawater and had debris in them, making them prone to infection. He recommended debridement surgery, which meant I’d need a week to recover.
So, I had to cancel my flight, which I had just booked. I looked at the calendar and realized that in seven days, I had to report back regarding the foreign exchange. Not long ago, my tutor had praised my research and recommended me for a study abroad program in the UK. Mason’s friend had even hinted at a romantic proposal, which made me decide to stay and marry him.