Twenty long seconds later, his skin flush at the sound of her voice, Doug finished the stitching and set the needle down. "And I was going to ask you to stay for tea," he muttered sarcastically. It was easier than simply letting the silence hang there. He treated the surface once more, applying an analgesic balm, and then started bandaging it.
Once the bandage was secure with surgical tape, Doug refilled the water glass again. "Do you want a paracetamol?"