"What else?" Markus asked in an amused tone, waiting to hear Kizy out.
"Are you injured? Or more appropriately, where are you injured?" Kizy asked in a serious tone.
"No I am not." Markus answered almost instantly, as if he was prepared for this answer.
"Yes you are. I can smell that blood." Kizy said, looking at Markus right in the eye.
"We can talk about it later-" Markus was still speaking when grandpa spoke from behind.
"Left arm it is, right? And your back and chest as well." Kizy asked, or more like spoke her thoughts out loud leaving Markus wide eyed from shock.
She had noticed Markus's change of expression while catching the glass jar, and it took her no time to conclude her diagnosis.
"Go get yourself treated. You will listen to everything that my precious granddaughter in law orders you from this very moment onwards." Grandpa said in a tone that left no room for discussion.
