Chapter TwelveAriel grabs her head as though she’s trying to prevent it from exploding, and for all I know, maybe that’s what’s about to happen.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbles. “I can’t. I can’t.”
Panicked, I grab a paper towel and hand it to her. “What’s going on? Are you hurt? Do you need me to call 911?”
She shakes her head, taking the towel from me and pressing it to the blood trickling down her face. “No, stop,” she manages to say as I pull out my phone, about to call an ambulance regardless.
I stop, feeling utterly helpless. For the first time, I wish I had medical training, like Ariel, so I would know what to do.
Instead, all I can do is watch as Ariel pats at the blood, which fortunately seems to be slowing.
In a minute or two, but maybe an hour of silence later, Ariel recovers eno
