His eyes, red with anger, narrowed as he approached her. Then he suddenly smelled a faint trace of blood.
In that moment, there was no time for anger. He carefully reached for her hand, hidden beneath her clothes, and saw that her palm was still bleeding heavily. His heart ached with both anger and concern.
"Oscar, head to the hospital," he ordered urgently.
Orelia's hand looked worse than it actually was, though it wasn't too severe.
The doctor cleaned out the debris from the wound, bandaged it up, and prescribed some anti-inflammatory medication before signaling that they could leave.
The two walked out of the hospital side by side and stood on the curb, waiting for Oscar to bring the car around. Orelia thought back to how nervous Kyle had seemed earlier, and a warm feeling stirred
