“The first aid kits in the bathroom. I will get it.” I heard his grandmother say, as Chance swooped me up in his arms, carrying me into the living room, sitting me gently down on the couch.
“How bad is it?” I asked him, as I couldn’t bear to look.
“Bad enough to cause you to bleed.” He told me in a serious tone, as his grandmother returned with the first aid kit, while the sound of the timer on the oven went off.
“I got this.” Chance tells her, as he grabs the first aid kit from her, before she hurries off towards the kitchen.
Opening the first aid kit, he begins to pull out the items within it, before he says to me, “This may sting a bit.”
He didn’t even give me a second to think about what he was about to do, before he poured the cool liquid over my cut, making it instantly feel li
