“And give me my phone so I can actually learn how to do this properly.”
I hesitate a moment before biting my tongue and handing the device over. “If you dare call your doctor, I'll kill you.”
“I won't. Just get your wounds clean.”
I groan as I head to the bathroom. There's no way I'm really going to be stitched up by the prince of Amara. Is there?
Because if I am, I know Kaius’ really laughing his ass off somewhere. History is splintering in directions I've never heard of.
Chapter 15
Amias
Am I scared to mess up stitching bloody human flesh?
Yes.
Do I really think I can stitch up someone properly?
Nope.
Was I as confident as I made myself seem about stitching her?
Nope.
Will I still stitch her up because it would be horrible to leave her with open wounds?
Yes, and that's the thought that motivates me.
I get some chicken breasts delivered before searching up videos on stitching. I practice on the breasts before sending photos to my doctor for approval under the guise of curiosity about the process. He says my work is perfect.
Time to do it for real this time.
I find a new needle from a little shop they have downstairs, go back to the room and sterilize it with alcohol. A freshly showered Clara, who's been waiting on me for about an hour, is in bed smirking at me. Her wounds are on display under her bra and ripped pants. “Are you done practicing?”
I hold the needle up as I walk over to her. “Yep. We're doing this. I’m going to need you to sit up, Clara.”
She snorts and sits up, brushing her soaked hair to the front of her shoulder. “How about you start off with the ones on my back?”
I sit behind her and face her back. “No problem.” I press both sides of a wound so they touch.
Clara’s groan startles me. I swing my head to her. Maybe I've already messed up. “Are you okay?" I ask softly.
"Yes. Areyouokay? Wouldn't you want to get nauseous."
“I canhandle it.” Iwillprove her wrong. I sigh as I hold the needle up to the wound, my stomach squirming at the thought of piercing the skin.
What if I'm still not fit to do this?
What if I really can't handle this?
I look up nervously at Clara. "You ready?"
She sniggers. “What? You want me to sleep on it?”
I scowl. “Mind you, I'm still holding the needle.” I gulp as much air as I can. I got this. "One…Two..."
"If you're gonna do it, just do it. It’s only worse if you count."
