“Och!” I jumped when the knife in my hand suddenly cut my finger. The sting immediately spread, followed by a trickle of blood that began to flow. I hissed softly, staring at the small wound on my index finger.
“What are you doing?”
The cold voice startled me more than the wound on my finger. I turned my head and found Seth behind me. His hand is resting on the armrest but his sharp eyes are looking at me questioningly. Isn't this man with Cressa in the living room? I left them because I was thinking, a snack of cut fruit would be nice to have to keep them company.
“I...” I tried to hide my fingers behind the kitchen napkin. “I accidentally scratched it. It's just a small cut.”
I heard Seth sigh softly, moving his wheelchair closer. “Give me your hand.”
“It's okay, Mr. Seth. I can-”
