The coffee mug shutters into broken pieces, smudging the whitish floor with the dark stain of the coffee I was supposed to gobble in.
"Adeline," Dr. Owens crouch down. One knee on the floor as his hand seeks my leg.
I stared at him in confusion.
"Sorry, you are hurt." His hand rubs my right foot, propelling me to look at my feet in the flip Flops which belong to Violet, I think.
Ouch, I felt a sting. I looked at the foot that was in Dr. Owens's gentle grip and saw a deep cut. Blood was oozing from it.
I winced. I didn't feel anything till now.
I wonder why I always delay in reacting to physical pain.
I stared at the cut. It's a deep one.
Fuck! Am I going to meet Adrian's parents with a bandage wrapped around my foot?
Gosh, my mom will kill me.
She wanted this meeting to be perfect. Wanted me to be the perfect woman today.
I am screwed.
