Mom comes back in a record of time with a lot of hospital supplies. I quickly take them from her and begin to work on saving Mason's life. Mom helps me wear the gloves. I take a huge chunk of cotton wool and dip it in hydrogen peroxide. I use it to clean his wounds. Everywhere I touch on his skin with the cotton wool, he winces in pain. He has a lot of cuts on his chest. Who did this to him? I don't know how many times I mutter ‘sorry’ to him, but by the time I’m done, I’m saying it like a mantra.
I used the bandages Mom bought and covered his wounds. He'd need stitches, but I’m not a doctor, so I can't sew his wounds. I don't know how to, and I couldn't even if I was told how to. I would feel like I’m hurting him more than helping him by passing a needle through his skin. Bandages are w
