There was both humor and anger that Koga saw in the manâ€™s eyes as he got out of the pool, â€œLike hell Iâ€™m seeing a doctor manâ€¦heâ€™ll just say the same shit they always say." He merely raised a brow at the manâ€™s language as he took the towel roughly and tried to dry his hair. Now that he was out of the pool Koga was able to see that he was also not wearing appropriate swim wear. Also to Kogaâ€™s pleasure distress he could see that the man was getting a hard on. No, surly it was just a trick of how the wet boxers laid against his skin. Wasnâ€™t he engaged to a woman? Didnâ€™t really matter since he was now stomping off like a child to the changing room, but as though he just remembered he was not alone in the room he turned, "Sorry about the bloodâ€¦I just wanted to swim away from the world, and since you were in such a rush to leave and not ask my name in return Kogaâ€¦.Its Yuko. Just call me Yuko. Alderman just makes me want to punch something." Then there was vulgar words and violence. The romance novelist seriously needed this vacation to relax if he was so strung out that he acted like a punk. Then again Koga didnâ€™t really know him so perhaps he was always like this.<br/><br/>Of course he still stood there in his robe and waited for him since he would not be taking no for an answer. Plus he was getting very irritated with Yuko. Even in his head the name was said in irritation but on the outside where everyone could see he was calm, patient, as though he had all the time in the world. Finally when Yuko-sama came out of the dressing room he went over to speak with him, "Everything is fineâ€¦a doctor isnâ€™t needed." There was a challenge in his eyes that managed to make Koga sigh, â€œAll Iâ€™m asking is that you allow a proper bandage to be applied since that one is clearly falling off.â€ Already he could see that the adhesive on the bandage was weak and coming up off of his hand, â€œOr at least allow the doctor to come to you to bandage it properlyâ€¦ You should take better care of yourself. There is technology these days that allows you to speak and the words will appear on the screen. You could be saving yourself from a lot of pain and allow it to actually heal.â€ The last part had been unintentional but there, he said it in his manager voice along with politeness, â€œIâ€™m sorry, it is not my place to dictate what you do with your life. If there is anything you need you have my number, Iâ€™ll send up the doctor. Now if you will excuse me.â€ He bowed and turned feeling embarrassed for his outburst even though he had not outwardly showed it.