A few weeks later I was cooking dinner and Kellan wanted a salad. I was cutting up a head of lettuce that he bought and sliced my finger open with the very dull knife. I didn’t think too much of it, I just grabbed a paper towel and held pressure to it. We sat down to dinner, just the two of us, as usual, and Kellan noticed blood seeping through my makeshift dressing. “What did you do?” he asked, grabbing my hand. “Oh, I just cut my finger, it’s no big deal.” He carefully un-wrapped the paper towel and said, “You need stitches.” “I’ll be fine.” “No, it’s deep. Come on, we’re going to the emergency room.” “I don’t need stitches. Besides, they’re not going to treat me, I’m under-age. I need a parent…or someone like Nancy with me,” I smirked. “Don’t argue with me, I’ll carry you if I have to.”
What do You think about UN-RELATED (UN-RELATED SERIES)?
