Chapter 18

CHLOE DUARTE

That's it! He has just picked me up from my lap and placed me sitting on the table.

"Let me see, Chloe!", with a grimace I open my hand seeing the shard and blood coming out of the cut.

I close my eyes by reflex, one of the things I hate the most is blood, I hate to see blood, it's even worse if the blood is mine.

"My God! AHHH!", I scream and open my eyes seeing James carefully pulling out the piece of glass and analyzing the wound.

"It doesn't look deep, but I better go to the hospital for some stitches and..."

"NO! I don't need a hospital, it hurts, but I just need a bandage and it will get better soon!", I say too fast seeing that James looks at me with attention.

"Don't you like hospitals?", he asks, frowning and nodding.

"I have always hated hospitals. I hate to stay or enter a place with such a heavy aura, where many suffer daily. I go to hospitals only when necessary, and this is not the case."

"I understand