"Beau, where did all this blood come from?," my mother asked, as she held up my covers. I simply lifted my right hand which was now swollen, blue and bloody. She immediately walked over to me, but I swatted her hand away. "I can do that myself, thank you," I said," have done that for years now and I will keep doing that." She looked at me with raised eyebrows and a slightly tilted head as I cleaned it with some alcohol. The alcohol made my eyes water for it was much purer than what I was used too. Apparently my mother took that as a sign and swatted my hand away. "Until you learn how to properly do that, I'll do it." With a jaw set I let her. It was just quicker then when I would have done it.
Quick handed she cleaned and bound the wound in minutes.
