Freya's POV
I shifted slightly in his arms and looked down at my swollen knee. Through my tear-blurred vision, everything appeared hazy and distorted.
Mack Ben glanced down at me with an amused expression. "Still crying? Was it really that bad?"
My heart burned with resentment toward him for subjecting me to this medical torture, so I refused to acknowledge his question.
He seemed unbothered by my silence and pulled a crisp handkerchief from his jacket pocket. "Want to dry those tears yourself, or should I do it for you?"
I shot him a sullen look before snatching the handkerchief away, dabbing at my wet cheeks with obvious irritation.
As soon as I felt somewhat composed and started to push away from his chest to regain my independence, the doctor approached us again. "I need to readjust the needle placement. Don't worry, this part won't cause discomfort."
