Bella tried not to flinch as he took her hand, but then realized it wasn't a rough movement at all. But gentle, somewhat like that of a parent and child. She allowed herself to be moved by him and sat on the edge of his lap. She wasn't too sure about what he was planning to do. Bella did her best to keep the fearful look she felt inside, off her face, but to no avail, it had made an appearance. Earlier he had made her wounds worse, burn and itch. Bella had no idea what he was planning to do, and his moods seemed to change so quickly. One minute he almost seemed to care, and the next he would yell or hurt her. She couldn't understand why or what she had done to deserve this. She snapped back from her thoughts as he spoke to her. Bella did as she was told and held her shirt up. She tried not to cry as the ointment went into her sore wounds. Stinging and burning. She wanted to cry out, but knew it was better to keep her silence.