The Primus Daughter

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

She sat by her dresser, it was beside her bed. She moved the seat back a little bit, so she could look at the mirror and not just see just her face but her wound too. The items needed were spread out on the bed.

She took off her jacket, then the shirt until all that was left was her bra and the scarf she had tied around her wound. She had tied the knot in front for easy access and of course, it was easier to tie that way.

It was not a big knot as she was afraid it would create a bulge in her outfit but at the same time she was afraid the knot was too small so therefore it might come undone while she was at lunch.

Thankfully, that didn't happen and as she loosen the knot, gratitude was all she felt towards it. It didn't take too long for it to come undone and she began to unwrap herself. This didn't take long but unfortunately, the wound dried with the scarf around it and there was a pain as she tried to dislodge them.

She took the spirit and poured it onto the cotton wool she had taken out of the bunch she had in the house. She took it and wiped around the wound cleaning what she hoped was bacterias and the like, not that it mattered though but she wanted a clean wound.

She wiped around it gently and in a circular motion, making sure to clean it as thoroughly as possible. Having cleaned the wound to her satisfaction, she checked to make sure that there was no strand of cotton stuck to her skin because her wound would definitely heal and cover it up.

She then took the bandage and carefully placed the size over the wound. She did not want to wrap it around because that would have been very uncomfortable if the scarf had anything to say about it.

She stuck a generous amount onto her skin and rubbed it until it sealed against her skin, and she was sure it would not come off on expectedly. She made sure to cover the wound completely.

She would change it before she left for the meeting and she prayed this would prevent the smell from seeping out because her father was sure to get curious if he got a whiff and she usually could not lie to him, he always seemed to know she was lying when she spoke face to face with him.

She gave the covered part one more look but in the mirror and normally. One thing was sure, she could not wear tight-fitting clothes until she was completely healed.

Stitches could have definitely increased the healing process. Originally, she would not have needed it but while it was healing she had done considerable damage to the wound and that was definitely what was affecting her right now but she was not worried.

The most it would take her to heal completely was about a week and that was the off chance that she did not feed properly. However, she was confident that there would be no pain in about three more days, she just had to hold out till then and this certainly was not her first rodeo.

Her hygiene was the next agenda on the list, the house needed a thorough cleaning. Including the living room even though she had cleaned it the day before but considering she had eaten at least five times throughout the course of last night she was certain crumbs had escaped her spoon and mouth and where else would that land, the couches, and the floor. Also, not forgetting the sheet and probably clothes that needed washing.

That sounded like a lot of work she was not about to get into but she knew she had no choice and the faster she started on it the better for her because she could finish on time, with hours to spare, and hopefully get some sleep before it was time to face her father and the Blackwoods.

Heavens knew she needed a recharge for that. No way she could go to that meeting down and without energy. She would combust and probably embarrass herself, her father, and the Valaks.

Even though she would rather not attend, her father had called her to give her a personal invitation and there was also the threat that she would be monitored. That sounded even scarier than hanging out with people who killed her mother.

Of course, those options were not of equal wavelength but right now that was exactly how she felt. So, standing up on her feet, she pushed out thoughts of her father and the Blackwoods as she quickly made her way to the pantry to get items she would use to clean up her house. She would worry about that when her house stopped looking like a crime scene.