Holly kept her eyes closed, afraid of what she would see when she opened them. She had swung the axe and felt it slip from her grasp, and knew it had hit her leg. She could feel pain radiating up her calf from her ankle, but she was scared that she might be bleeding. She always felt faint at the sight of blood, so she thought it best she did not take a peek. She turned her head away to look around for help, but before she could even lift her eyelids, someone was already kneeling beside her, a familiar pine scent filling her nostrils.
“Mayor Holiday?” She gasped, confused as to why he was there.
“Where did you hurt yourself?” he asked in an authoritative voice, reassuring her that he knew what he was doing.
She pointed at her left but kept her eyes tightly shut, worrying her lower lip
