Lucettia’s Point of View:
I didn’t know how long I was sitting when the door opened again. I thought my mother or one of my family had returned, but none of them returned. It was Kiefer.
Kiefer looked at me with worry, and he almost ran towards me. Reina was behind him, and she was carrying the first aid kit.
“Are you alright?” Kiefer asked while he was putting alcohol in his hand. “Do you want me to wash your hands here, and we’ll go to the hospital?”
I shook my head and looked at him. “You can nurse my wound, right?”
Kiefer hissed. He shook his head then pulled me. We went to the sink, and he carefully washed my hand. Reina sanitized the clipper while Kiefer was washing my wounded hand. After a few seconds, Reina handed me the clipper, and he started removing the glass pieces from m
