Sharp pain seared from the deep cut in her foot.
Abigail shut her lids close trying to numb the degree at which the cut in her legs ached but it failed the glass shards lodged deep into her flesh.
Two palms cupping her face made her open her lids, she met two concerned grey orbs. Using his thumb he gently cleaned the tear trail on her cheeks. She could not fathom his actions?
What's he doing? And why does he suddenly care?
She felt her heart racing but this time it was calm
She partly smittened by his new show of care so much it made her forget a sharp glass tore into her flesh.
"Calm down RedHair, I would get it out," he promised, looking deep into her eyes. She felt a little shiver travel down her spine as their eyes met momentarily and gave a little nod.
He does cares for her,
