“Ouch.”
I said quietly.
grasping my palm.
“here let me see.
He kneeled down and grabbed my wrist.
“Ouch. You skinned it pretty bad.”
“is it bleeding?”
I asked weakly.
I hate blood.
“Yeah, a little.”
“Oh god, I think im gonna be sick.”
“Oh come on, a little blood never hurt anyone- well scratch that.”
he looked at me with a sincere smile on his face.
“Come on, I’ll clean it up for you, that way you wont have to look at it.”
He led me into his house, still holding my wrist.
I looked around, it was nice.
He took me into a small bathroom, and dumped some clear liquid on my wound, and covered it with a band-aid.
“there you go, good as new. You can have your hand back now.”
I didnt respond.
“You’re pretty quiet aren’t you?”
he asked lightly.
“I am a woman of few words.”
“Do you have enough words to tell me your name?”
“Sara.”
“Nice tom meet you Sara, I’m Sean.”
“Thanks for treating my wound Sean.”
I said smiling.
“No problem, Im a first aid magician.”