The man was absolutely wicked no doubt; Claire thought as she sat up. Alfredo whom had been about walking in came to her and went down squatting before her.
"What happened here?," he asked her
"I slept off apparently," Claire said
"Not that, this," he said pointing at her wounded shin.
The time she had hit against something the previous night, it was actually her shin and it did have a really deep and ugly cut that certainly would leave a scar if not well taken care of. She looked at it for a bit and gave a sad smile. Claire was not one to care about her getting scarred after all, she was already a wasted product with her dyslexia. Getting scars should also assist keep people from coming at her and eventually finding out that she was the dumbest of all.
"It was dark... I fell." she sa
