The Blind Consortium's Heir

25

"Aren't you done already?" Aidan asked impatiently looking at Cora who seemed to be taking forever to stitch the derm wound on his arm.

"Quit fretting and let me concentrate, Aidan." She said with clenched teeths trying hard to concentrate on what she was doing.

"I'm not fretting, you need to be fast."

"I'm trying to be fast, junior boss."

"I told you Aidan will do." He corrected, he didn't like being called junior boss, Aidan is much more preferable.

"You're so dramatic." She scoffed at him.

"Says the drama queen herself, get this thing done with so we can head out."

Cora chose to ignore him or she won't be able to hurry and stitch him up.

The wound wasn't that deep, hopefully there won't be any mark on him by the time it heals or perhaps it might get a scar.

It's a fifty- fifty thing.

Aidan grunted in frustration, it was just a little cut, it would have healed by itself but he's sure they won't allow him to go if it's not stitched up.

Why are they treating him like some child?