Cynthia Dion:
"What hap---," he began to say, but then he closed his eyes and froze, as if someone had switched off his power. My heart skipped a beat at his eerie reaction. Maybe he was confused because he saw me just in my bra?
It must be so concerning to him.
I felt terrible for making things so awkward, but the blood from the scratch was concerning. I had my hand pressed against it, and it was stinging. I was still wearing my bra, but my chest was mostly exposed since I couldn't afford a new bra in my current size.
"Ow!" I groaned again, wondering what to do next. Should I just put the shirt over the wound or ask Mr. Holt to fetch help?
After he calmed himself down and snapped out of the awkward moment, he opened his eyes, and I turned my face to the side. I knew I had to ask for
