DENVER
“ f**k!!” I put her gently aside and ran to get the first-aid box. Her hand is bleeding, and every fleshy part of her palm is bleeding.
She uses the same hands she uses to play the guitar, and I see her blood all over the strings too. f**k, she played till her hand began to bleed.
Her palm is terribly sore, and I want to f*****g punch myself for it. Why will she hurt herself because of me?
Anastasia doesn’t joke with these hands; she loves to play the guitar, and now she’s ruined it. If she has access to her brain, she would recall that she can’t do without playing the guitar; it’s her medicine, and if she doesn’t play it for a day, she will likely fall sick.
I curse under my breath as I bring out the kits and hop into the bed beside her. I press on the cotton on her palm, and
