“Tayne? Are you okay?” Jayne dropped to his knees and pushed Tayne into a sitting position. The boy lifted his head groggily.
“What happened?” Chel and Karmine moved closer to the boys to see if there was some way they could help.
“… blood …” Tayne replied with a groan.
Chel glanced down at the towel in her hand and the small red dots that were marring its otherwise clean surface. They were just little drops. Nothing was gushing or dripping. The bleeding on her fingers had even stopped.
“It’s not serious, just small cuts.” Chel clutched the hand towel and tried to wind it up into her hand so that none of the spots would be visible.
“Come with me.” Karmine grimaced and put her hand behind Chel’s back, pushing her toward the kitchen.
