Good going, Chel. Chel thrust her fingers into her mouth instinctively and quickly retrieved the now visible broken hand mirror. She sat down on the bed and stared at the sharp edge. This was embarrassing. After a moment, Chel ventured out of the room and into the main living area. Karmine was sitting down on one of the cushy white chairs with a serving tray and a boxed breakfast open in front of her. She looked up at Chel curiously, noting the mirror in one hand and Chel’s other hand in her mouth.
“Uhm, … help?” Chel held up her fingers. Blood droplets immediately welled up on her fingertips.
