It's too quiet downstairs. I don't hear any gossip or any laughs. Everything.....is okay right?....
After being silent for more than 30 minutes, I give up my doubt of the word "maybe". They cannot be absolutely okay and get along quietly. Something is not right. I stop applying the ice wrapped cloth on the wide open cut and set it aside. The blood isn't flowing anymore. I get up putting all the strength I have in my body and start walking slowly. The feet feels numb and heavy. I slowly walk out of the door and bend over the railing trying to peel into the kitchen as far as possible. Unable to see anything, i decide to go down.
I slowly take the steps forward and find the support knob of the staircase. I start stepping down each of the stair with the support of the railing beside. The sensation kicks in, the pain crawling in the veins slowly.
My feet gets heavier to get down with. After reaching the mid stairs, i peep once again.
Ross is looking down at his phone and mom is cooking something. They are being real silent.
I slowly walk down the rest of the stairs and stand by the last one. No one seems to notice me. I start walking towards them.

"Anna?" Ross finally looks up and says.
"Why did you come down alone?" He adds.

Before I could say anything, mom turns.

"You don't need to worry about her this way , Ross" she claims, her eyes shifting from him to me.

Ross doesn't say anything and gets up instead  and walks towards me. He lends his hand towards mine. I stare at his eyes for a minute unable to decide whether to dodge his request or not. Why is he being so normal suddenly?

He takes in my hand and starts walking towards the table. I lean by the counter avoiding any more closeness.
"Come here" Ross asks.
I pretend not to hear him.

Ross reads my mind. He walks towards the counter I am leaning on and stops right in front of me.

"Move" he says.....low.

Before I could interpret his words, he pulls the drawer from behind my ass. His fingers touch my butt. I look in his eyes to see a smirk.

He is smirking? Like seriously?

I roll my eyes at him.

He takes out the bandaid and gauge and cotton and the antiseptic one by one. I stare in confusion unable to understand how he knew in which drawyer were those kept.

He keeps them on the counter and turns towards me and means closer.
"Shhh" he says and puts his hands beneath my thighs and lifts me off the counter and makes me sit on the table.

He sits down on the floor so that my legs come in parallel to his face. He slowly applies the antiseptic soaked cotton on the wound and blows the air lightly over the wound. After a few minutes he applies the ointment and sticks the cotton and wraps the gauge around it.

After his footcare, he looks up and smiles. I roll my eyes again and turn my face sideways.
He softly trails his fingertip up my legs and plants a kiss on my foot.

What the fuck.