Chapter Twelve
Tyson sat on the end of his bed stitching up his wounds with a needle and thread. Treasure sat beside him holding the first-aid kit, watching him attentively. “Here, let me,” she said seeing him having difficulty sewing up the gashes in his arm. She sat the first-aid kit on the bed and bent her knees down to the carpet. Next, she took the needle and thread from him and continued to sew up his arm. Knock! Knock! Knock! Someone tapped at the door.
“Yeah?” Tyson yelled over his shoulder.
“It’s Sky. Can I come in?” her voice boomed from the other side of the door.
“Come on, slim.” He replied.
Skylar came inside smiling. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
“Nah, me and your girl are just playing doctor.”
She pecked Tyson on the cheek and he blushed with a look of surpr
