- HAZEL -
My wound has been treated. I’ve taken my antibiotics and had a decent light meal so right now, I’m in the shower, brushing my teeth. I’ve already had my bath, I just want to have a fresher breath when I meet with my parents.
I turn the sink tap on and cup my hand underneath to form a bowl, letting it fill up with water before bringing it to my mouth. With a quick suck, I fill my mouth with water, gurgle, then spit it out and repeat the process, rinsing the insides of my mouth of toothpaste.
It has been so long since I met with my parents and I truly can’t wait to meet them. After all, I’m the youngest child. Imagine the pamper now that I’m injured. A sly grin forms on my face. I’m about to make my existence unbearable to my elder siblings if they’re around.