I nodded and started digging to the bottom of my book bag. “What’s going on?”
“Liam got into a fight and got a nasty gash. He said I could sew it up!” His eyes lit up in excitement.
I pulled my kit away from him before he could grab it from me. “You’re going towhatnow?”
Danny rolled his eyes and eagerly waved his hand. “He’s fine. It’s just a little cut on his face.”
“No.” I clutched the bag against my chest.
“Oh, come on. We have to stop it from bleeding.”
“Take him to the ER then!”
“And miss an opportunity like this? No way. Besides, hospitals are for pussies.”
“Do you know how strong the pussy is?”
“Gross, Avery.” Danny looked mortified.
My eyes narrowed.
“Can I please have that?”
I shook my head again. “Not going to happen.”
He dropped his shoulders and huffed. “You’re no fun. Fine. I’ll find something else around here. Will a safety pin hold it shut?”
I scowled and marched past him, racing to find Liam before Danny did something stupid.
I didn’t have to search far. Liam was sitting at the kitchen table, holding a towel to his eye. The brunette beside him rubbed his shoulders, cooing and calling himbabyto comfort him, but he seemed more bothered by her than whatever had happened to his face.
His jaw twitched when he saw me standing at the entrance. “What’s she doing here?”
I squinted. “Other than the fact that I live here now?”
“She won’t hand it over,” Danny whined. “What do you want me to do?”
“You’re not going to do anything. I am,” I said, nodding at Liam.
“What makes you think I want your help?” Liam asked.
“I’m the best you’ve got.”
He pondered it for a moment, weighing his options.
“Danny was about to start looking for a safety pin. Would you like me to help him find one?”
Liam’s face fell, but he still looked like he was considering it.
“Let’s go.” I started walking toward the bathroom and eventually heard him shuffling behind me.
I sat him down on the toilet seat, and as he leaned over, a small drop of blood fell from his forehead onto the white tiled floor. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves.
“How bad is it?” I asked, opening my kit up.
Liam let out a heavy sigh, resting his elbows on his knees. “I’ve had worse.”
“Washcloths?”
