MALCOLM'S POV:
"s**t!" I had been lying on the glass shards for over twenty minutes, trying to stand up on my feet. A big shard was stuck in my side, which made it even more painful to rise. Mustering all I had, I gave myself a push, only for my hand to meet another shard of glass piercing through my palm.
"s**t! That little thing." She had done this to me, and then she fled.
I looked at the wound, and with all these I had, I pulled out the large shard of glass from my side. It took courage and composure for me to not scream. The shard was out, so all I had to do was get up.
After a few trials and errors, I got up from the midst of the shards and limped towards the bed.
Heal! I was looking at the injury I had sustained, expecting it to heal like the others, but it just gaped at me, bl
