Chapter 12. Doctor Jacob

Jace's POV

“Now there boys, it's not something to fight over.” Harold said as he came to take a look. “It's not as bad as it looks. I'm certain Jace here has been through worse.”

I nodded.

“Certainly.” I responded.

“I'm not buying it.” Jacob said and came to inspect it. He had yanked my hand to look into the wound.

“Careful. You'll pull his arms off.” Garrett said to him. I could hear a little seriousness about it even though I wanted to believe he intended it as a joke.

“I'm fine.” I insisted.

“Shouldn't this need stitches?” Jacob demanded.

Stitches? This was not so bad enough for him to begin to contemplate stitches. It was just a small cut and right now, I was beginning to blame myself for being too careless. I had lost focus and now I was feeling so pathetic and small as they argued about it.

“This is nothing a little gauze or plaster would not heal.” Harold stated.

“Did so