Fiona
I put the rose down in the backyard, and quickly walk into the house to tend to the wound in the bathroom. Matt knocks on the bathroom door.
“Fiona, are you okay?” He sounds worried.
“Yup, perfect. Something flew into my eye. I’m just trying to wash it out. I’ll be right back.” I made up a story.
“Okay.” He doesn’t sound very convinced, and I had to think so fast, that I probably didn’t sound convincing either.
“Nightmare!” I whisper.
“Yeah. What?” she still sounds tired.
“We are bleeding, look” I link her, showing her the tiny hole where the blood won’t stop coming from.
“Maybe it’s just that we haven’t yet healed properly. It’s just a small puncture.” She sounds irritated.
“Yes, you are probably right.” I start covering it with foundation, and it finally stops bleeding. I
