Caught up
Chapter 11
That evening Phil cooked spaghetti bolognaise and him and Sam sat down and ate together.
"This is nice."
"You sound surprised."
"You don't seem the type to cook."
"Well I'm not. This is the only thing I can cook and be sure that it won't kill you." Sam smiled at him briefly.
"I'm not actually very hungry. I think I'm going to go to bed." She put her plate on the kitchen top.
"Hold on. Let me change that dressing first."
Phil washed his hands and got the first aid box out again and sat down opposite her. He took off the old dressing, washed the cut with warm water and antiseptic wipes and put on a new dressing.
"I've set up the spare bedroom for you, so you don't need to worry about anything."
"Oh… thanks." Sam smiled unconvincingly and as she walked up to bed, she wondered why he was being like this. He wasn't being particularly nice, but he wasn't being horrible or rude. Still not nice, but polite.
Thanks for reading, sorry it's so short, but I will ud soon. Luv Sam xxx