Walking Down The Aisel

"How did this happen?"

I asked while pressing a cloth soaked in alcohol to the stab wound on his left side.

He hissed "It's a long story."

"You conned me into believing you were dead for 11 months. I have time." I pressed harder in agitation which made him grunt.

"So what do you want me to say? Surprise! I'm back from the dead. How exciting!"

When I gave him a pointed look he averted his eyes. He is impossible sometimes.