Hold You In My Arms

Luan was sitting on the edge of his divan when a knock came and he turned only to see Evangeline’s slender frame filled the doorway as she came inside his room. “Zander told me you’re injured.” She said, shutting the door behind her and turned to face Luan. “If you don’t want me to be here, I will leave the bandages to you.”

“No,” he said. Luan lifted his head and he gave her a rueful smile. “Please do me a favor.”

Evangeline curt a nod and stalked across the room. There were shards of glass spread and red blood splattered down on the floor at her feet. She sat beside Luan and put the box on her laps. Evangeline rummaged the contents of the box and took out a bottle of liquid in which Luan believed it was an antiseptic, bandages, scissors, and gauze. “Give me your hand.”

Luan held his hand out. He had to admit it looked pretty bad. All four knuckles were split open like red starbursts and dried blood clung to his fingers.