Atarah Klyte
Adier's bloodied face immediately caught my attention as he sat with his eyes closed, wincing in pain on the couch in this room.
"What happened? Do you have a first aid kit?" I approached him and sat beside him. I glanced at my transgender friend, seeing the deep concern written on her face.
It seemed he was the manager of this bar, and I couldn't blame him for being flustered; his territory was violated by someone who hurt the child of the Country's President.
"Hey, Can you hear me? I'm Atarah. I'll treat you, okay?" I said to him, wincing as I saw the continuous flow of blood from his forehead.
"Uh--Atarah?" he groaned, quickly opening his eyes, meeting mine.
"Ma'am, here it is." I took the first aid kit and opened it, laying out everything I could use for his wounds.
