It was a stupid accident.
I'd been stuck in the kitchen since eight, trying to whip up something a bit more exciting than just toast - which, looking back, was probably where things started to go wrong. The recipe itself was pretty simple, a pasta dish I'd made at home plenty of times before, but Damien's kitchen knife was a lot sharper than what I was used to, and I was getting distracted, and then the cutting board slipped at exactly the wrong moment.
It didn't seem like a big deal at first. I mean, the cut wasn't very deep, so I tried to calm myself down. I took a deep breath and pressed my hand against the counter to stop the bleeding. I thought to myself, this is no big deal, just a small cut that needs a band-aid and maybe a few minutes to feel a bit silly about being so careless.
