Chapter 8
Footsteps pounded down the stairs. Aaron appeared in the room carrying a small plastic tote. “This place is even bigger than it looks from outside.” He set the tote on a chair and pulled out a bottle of rubbing alcohol, band aids, and a needle and thread. “There’s eight rooms upstairs and another five on the third floor.”
“Whoa, what do you have sewing stuff for?” Nick slid a little closer to Lareina.
Aaron poured some rubbing alcohol into a glass then dropped the needle and a section of thread in after it. He rubbed his thumb across his forehead to mirror where Nick’s wound slashed an angry red gash across his skin. “The abrasion on your head.”
Nick pressed his hand against his forehead then pulled it back. “It’s fine. It’s not even bleeding.”
“Until it breaks open while yo
