Lie for me
I don't remember how long we sat on the floor, my hand holding Fia’s the blood covering it slowly drying against her skin. When Santos came and organised to clean it up so casually as though someone had spilt milk on the floor of course we couldn't go to the hospital either so for a few hours Fia was put in Santos and my guest room one of the family doctors patching up her wounds. When I finally laid eyes on her after she was cleaned up did I realise the damage half her face was swollen, her eyes almost sealed closed from the extent of the damage to her face, bruises were undoubtedly going to show up later on from the red marks littering her body as well as the bandaged areas like her shoulder, hand and thigh where she had been stabbed. I couldn't even hide my worry as I stared at her, Fia
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