"Uhm. Oh god." I run to grab a towel, to mop up the blood from the floor, and the medical kit from my coffee table to take the bandages.
Normally blood isn't a problem for me. At least when it's not in buckets like this.
As I try to wrap her head, I have to keep myself from gagging.
When her head is covered, and the blood is cleaned and contained, I shove Lina out of the bathroom and promptly vomit.
After maybe 20 minutes, my stomach is empty, but I'm still dry heaving.
"*Cough cough.* I-That-Why-How?"
"WHAT THE ACTUAL SH**?" I scream.
Still gagging, I turn to her.
"I-it's fine. Neither of us were expecting that."
"If you want, I can set you up a place to live here... It doesn't cost that much and you probably don't want to go back to the woods."
I gesture to the emtpy living room.
"I don't really go in there, and the door to it locks. It would be free, but you just couldn't eat everything in my fridge. Without my permission."
I look away from Lina.
"Plus I only drink at parties, and I promise I won't... things won't end up lik they did with your mum."
I raise my hands up.
"So, what do you say?"
