Chapter Forty - Laura

“Ouch!" Zion groaned, flinching from my touch.

We are currently in the living room. He was sitting on the couch while I knelt in front of him, carefully cleaning his wound with disinfectant.

My face heated up at our proximity and I mumbled shyly, "I'm sorry," leaning forward to get a clearer view of his cut as his breath fanned my face.

There is a deep cut on his forehead, just below his hairline. The plate had shattered on his tough head, tearing into his skin. I winced as he flinched when I applied a cotton ball dipped in a disinfectant to clean the wound.

I can't imagine the pain he is in right now although he tries to maintain his composure. You can tell it hurts as his eyes keep twitching every time I dab the wound. I must have hit him hard with the plate for the wound to be this deep and although it doesn't need a stitch and might leave a scar which I pray it doesn't, however, I am still amazed he didn't have a concussion from the impact.