CASSANDRA’S POV.
“Why did you take the hit? You could have at least dodged if you were not going to fight back.” I say as I wipe the blood off his busted lips with the cotton bud in my hand.
I take another cotton bud and begin to wipe the one that dripped from his nose.
“Breath through your mouth,” I say as I use my thumb and index finger to pinch his nostril shut.
“You…” I hit his chest with my free hand and he trails off.
“Don’t say a word. Now, hold your nostrils shut. I will be back.” I say and leave.
Walking straight into the kitchen, I pull open the freezer and take out the small ice bucket. I move to take a small ceramic bowl and add a few to it. Remembering where the housekeeper got the ice pack. I open the cover and fill it halfway with ice before hurryi
