"Where is he?!" She tried to sit upright, but fell back into her father's arm, groaning to the pain in her back.
Realizing something was wrong, he turned her around, to his horror, he saw his shirt had a faint stain of blood, her back and her top was soiled in blood. Her body gave quick spasms, sweat began to form on her forehead.
"Did I do this?" His hands trembled.
"It's fine," she let out a strained laugh, "nothing a hot compress, bandage, ointment and a good rest can't fix."
He forced a smile at her words, even though she was trying to prove that she was okay, he could tell she was struggling.
Quickly he removed his shirt which exposed his ripped torso. He wrapped it around her, "this should keep you a bit warm."
"Thanks, father!"
He shook his head. "I keep telling you to put on more clothing, I don't understand why you never listen to me on this, you were almost molested by that kid." His eyes glanced at the torn hem of her transparent top.
