Dard Darr “Dammit it! " I scream, dropping the glass into the sink and wrapping my hand in the tea towel. Kabir runs worried and turns pale when he sees the rag soaked in blood. "Let's go to the ER." he orders, scared. "No need, it's just a cut." I answer, but I feel weaker and weaker. Kabir does not listen. He picks me up and loads me in the car. In the ER they treat me immediately. "15 stitches and you say it was nothing!" he mumbles as the doctor closes the stitches and wraps my hand. Then he kisses me on the forehead and adds "You scared me." "I'll be more careful, I promise." I reply, enjoying her warm lips on my sweaty forehead.
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