He Said Things Won't Change

I was preparing dinner in the kitchen. 

Out of carelessness, the knife I was holding left a small cut through my finger.

Blood was dripping. 

I asked my husband if he could help me with the band-aid in the cabinet.

Eyes fixed to the tv and with annoyed face, he said “It’s just a small cut, you can take it yourself.”

I held my injured hand and searched for it in the cabinet myself. 

I wonder how things have changed 

when a month ago he went out in the middle of the night

and searched for every pharmacy in the town just because I had a small cough.