"Tell me!" She screamed, walking toward him blindly. Full of rage and pain, she cried out in pain before she could take another step. In another split second, she was in Absalom's arms. He carried her to the bed and gently set her down.
Both their attention was on her bleeding feet. "What the hell were you thinking?!" Absalom growled, raising his voice for the first time that morning. "Couldn't you see broken glass all over the floor?!" He asked.
Charity sniffled, lifting her eyes until she looked into his. "How can I see anything through this rage?"
Without another word, Absalom got up, walked into the bathroom, and returned shortly with a first aid box. He set it down beside her legs, and with one knee to the ground, he lifted her leg up and propped it on his thigh as he pushed open the box.
