Then I noticed the cut on her forehead. Expecting her to hit her forehead on the side table is not a big deal. Though I had a pinch of doubt on Greta as she is a fierce woman. I walked towards her and sat beside her, closing the distance between us. Pulling her hand away from her forehead I examined her wound carefully. It wasn’t that deep to be stitched but enough to be bandaged.
She was still sitting on the floor not in a mood to stand. I walked towards the washroom and brought out the first aid box. She watched my movements with the same blankness in her eyes. Her face is always void of emotions. I placed the kit aside and brought out some cotton to dab in antiseptic lotion. She didn’t wince for once when my hand reached her sore area to clean. She closed her eyes and kept on fidgeting
