MARIA'S POV
The room felt suffocatingly small as I stepped closer to Connor, offering to help with the task at hand.
"Are... are you... are you sure you can do this, Maria?" Connor asked.
It was obvious from the way I walked. It was obvious that I was nervous, and completely shaken by the sight of blood and the wound as a whole, but I sti needed to help.
He just saved bother our lives and had been doing a lot to protect us, and then I was just around all the time, doing nothing but scream.
"I- I believe I can. And...you cannot possibly do it all yourself," I said to Connor who was sitting there on the arm chair, the first aid box opened up beside him.
I walked over and sat next to his bleeding arm on the wooden stool near him and I sighed.
He nodded silently, his expression was o
