Jia Li sighed and shook her head. “Look, I know you probably didn’t intend to hurt me, but you did.” She held up her palm so he could see. They weren’t extremely far from each other, but even someone who needed glasses wouldn’t be able to mistake the red smear on her palm for anything other than blood. “While you were at it, you severely decreased the value of my textbook, so I’m going to get less from selling it online than I would have gotten when the class is done.”
The tone of her voice was more exasperated than angry, but her blood was boiling with irritation nonetheless. “You’re probably not one for apologies, so I won’t expect one. Instead, could you just… put the squirrel down? Your arguments about how there was no harm done to the last squirrel I caught you scaring will be void if you actually kick that rodent.”
With that said, she moved toward her backpack. She had the feeling that if she continued to just stare at him and bitch that he would probably just torment the squirrel more while he mocked her. She clenched her left hand into a fist while her right one went about the business of unzipping the bag. Jia Li could have sworn she had a Band-Aid or something in it. Instead, she only found a small package of tissues and her water bottle. It would have to do. At least she could clean the wound and apply pressure to it to stop the bleeding. It was probably better than just slapping a bandage onto it.
As she opened her water bottle and poured the clear liquid over her hand before gently wiping the blood away with a tissue, she looked up at the cause of her irritation. “What were you doing, anyway? Did you not see me sitting there or did you just not care?”