Mess [98]

Adjusting the rearview mirror, I inspected my wound. Blood had dried in thick streaks across my left cheek and a little across my ear. Even though Finn had wiped it earlier, I still looked like a mess. Splotches of dried mud and moss were smeared on the sides of my face and on a couple of loose hairs. Luckily I had tied them in a ponytail, or else I might have had mud soaked hair right now. It was necessary to clean my face properly to present myself in front of Grace with a genuine excuse for the gash on my head.