Celia
Within seconds, Ingrid was back with a first aid bag and I simply watched her as I held the towel over my skin, my eyes brimming with tears which I instantly wiped.
My hand hurt at that moment, but it didn’t hurt as much as my heart when I thought about my mother.
“Sit,” Ingrid commanded and I obeyed, watching her as she pulled out a chair and sat in front of me before opening the first aid bag.
She opened the bag just as I removed the towel, exposing the burn which was red as hell. She took out a gel, opened it up and put a small layer of it on my skin.
It felt cool and my skin and I could even feel a bit of relief.
“It’s a minor burn so you should be okay. Just keep applying this over it,” She said, handing me the gel.
“I guess I’ll have to carry the coffee next time.” She
