He pouted as he rested his cheek against the top of her head, closing his eyes, wishing for nothing more than to get out of this hellhole. “You’re taking too long”, he mumbled angrily in frustration.
“Well, what are you doing?”, she asked, raising her brows. Her eyes widened with shock as a look of terror crossed her face. “Is that blood?? Oh my god, honey! Are you bleeding!?” She jumped up abruptly and rushed over to the kitchen where her son had been previously standing.
“Mom, it’s nothing, really. Just a scratch.”
She ran over to the sink and turned on the water running full blast, rushing it over her hands and grabbing the cloth she kept under the tap. Then, she grabbed a large towel from the shelf underneath the sink and held it under the water as a makeshift pressure point.
“Don
