( CAMILLA )
I raised my arms gingerly, and Marcel pulled the sweater off my body in a slow motion. It soaked the sweatshirt in red blood. With the next light movement, I left sitting just under the bra. My cheeks were just burning, and I tried to ignore the intrusive thoughts. It’s just a necessary procedure if I don’t want to get a blood infection or worse.
“I’m sorry.” The silent word left Marcel’s lips, while he carefully took care of the white bandages on my side.
I gritted my teeth in agony. My whole side was just on fire. I mentally cursed myself a million times. Although the injury is not serious, it is a fact that taking care of the wound is necessary. Where were my thoughts, then? Ahh, so lost and intoxicated with freedom. Like a cut with the edge of a paper across my skin,
