Mom led me inside, where Walker was already sitting at the table with a beer in hand. As soon as he spotted me, he immediately got up and grabbed the first aid kit from the cabinet.
I took a seat at the table while he began to treat my swollen eye. Despite my protests that I was fine, my attitude quickly changed when he handed me a mirror. The sight was alarming; my eye was severely swollen, with a deep cut running across it.
"I need to clean that up before it gets infected," Walker said. I nodded in agreement.
"I tried to reach out to you earlier through mind-link after I heard what happened," Mom chimed in. I couldn't help but scoff; the news was already all over town.
"I should have figured you’d heard about it. I just needed a little space," I replied.
"I understand. That’s w
