It was in this dazed state that Little Sweetie found her.
For the past few months, Little Sweetie had been watching from the shadows, quietly observing, stalking. She had been seething over her shattered mission, her career derailed by circumstances beyond her control.
Every day, she had waited, biding her time, gathering information, and waiting for the perfect moment to make her move.
And now, that moment had arrived.
"Are you hurt? Let me see that!"
Little Sweetie's soft, baby like voice was filled with concern as she crouched down, eyes widening at the sight of the wound. "Oh no, it's all red and swollen!" She gasped dramatically, her small hands hovering over the injury like a worried mother hen.
Without waiting for a response, she clapped her hands together with determination. "I have a first aid kit! Come to my room, and I'll help you clean it up, okay?"
Her bright, sunny expression was impossible to resist.