[At most it might fit one stitch, but a steri-strip across the deepest part of the cut would suffice easily. He's lucky, the glass cut into jagged shards but didn't splinter. His tongue finds the source of the bleed and stops it up, slicking his teeth copper bright. Only her disapproval hurts.
He follows her when she goes, leaving just enough time for her not to be able to tell him to stay before stumbling after her. Now it's important.]
hold my hand, ooh baby it's a long way down to the bottom of the river
He follows her when she goes, leaving just enough time for her not to be able to tell him to stay before stumbling after her. Now it's important.]
What- what did it have on it?