Chapter Twelve

Blair's POV

I stood up shakenly and made my way to the bathroom. I took care not to look in the mirror, knowing I'll definitely look like some freak show.

I pick a bowl and mix water with detergent and make my way back to the living room with a rag dangling from my hands.

I mop the floor clean of blood and sweat wincing every once in a while as I mount certain amount of pressure on my injured back.

I takes me quite a lot of energy and I feel like the wind is being knocked out of me. But I know better than to pass out.

I walk back to the bathroom, wash the rag and clean up as much of my injury as I can reach. Taking my shirt off, I soak a towel in disinfectant a wrap it around my back. It hurt like a bitch, but I know better than to leave it untreated. Removing the towel, I dump it in the sink and quickly wrapped my mid section with the bandage I found in the cabinet. I wash my hands and rush to the kitchen to start dinner.