"What happened to you, son? Who did this to you?"
A mature woman in her 40s came running towards Nathan, who was wrapped in bandages with only his eyes and mouth exposed.
Her hair was like a midnight wave, flowing and cascading, a sight to behold. She was dressed in a black office suit, made of the finest fabric, a stunning vision of beauty.
The fabric hugged her curves, showcasing her elegance and form, a true display of nerve. Her face was a work of art, with features that imparted a timeless grace and beauty that was smart.
Her neck was a slender line, porcelain-like and shining. She wore a black bracelet on her wrist, adding a touch of sophistication and a true twist to her appearance. Her bust was a gentle rise, with curves that were both gentle and wise.
She was a natural beauty with a subtle allure, a gift meant to be pure. Her waist was nimble and bendable, a grace that spoke to the art of life's blend.
