Amanda’s POV
I take one look at the bloody towel wrapped around Marks foot, and I become a bit light headed. You’d think being a woman that I’d be used to the sight of blood. Nope! Not at all. I’m definitely not a fan of seeing the red stuff, preferring it to remain inside of a body where it actually belongs as much as humanly possible.
I help Mark by finding some shorts and a T-shirt while he gets out of the wet speedo, and after he’s more modestly dressed I help to steady him as he hops on one foot to the elevator and to the car. We arrive at urgent care a few minutes before they even open, and while we wait Mark explains that someone must have broken a bottle near the pool last night, and how he had stepped on the unseen broken glass while in the pool.
“I’m going to have to dr
