“It's okay, it's okay,” Mr President cooed repeatedly in my ear as I wailed in pain. The policeman took me from his grasp and began to attend to me in the ways they could while we made our way towards the hospital.
I winced in pain, trying to hold the scream that threatened to come out as they pulled the shards of mirror in my body. I didn't know till today that a broken mirror could cut so deep.
We rode with Mr Hallard at the side, but I turned away, not wanting to give him the wrong impression, “Thank you, Mr Hallard. For saving me from those goons,” I muttered, rather reluctantly but I said it anyway.
“It's no problem, anytime,” he smiled softly, “How are you feeling better now?” He asked.
“Aside from the fact that I can still very much feel shards of glass in various places in my b
