Chapter Ten: Poor Bandaging Equals Sleepover

Jase

I look up to find a frown on Carley's face while she examines the blood on her hand from where it was resting on my thigh.

My jeans are soaked in blood. In hindsight, I should have changed the bandage before coming over.

"It's nothing," I say now fully awake once again.

Her brow creases and she tuts me under her breath. "This too much blood to be 'nothing' Jase Orion Alto."

You know you're in trouble when someone addresses you by including your middle name.

"Let me look at your thigh," she huffs at me.

Her uncle is a doctor and she takes after him, always bandaging us up. I haven't met the man, but she looks up to him.

'I wouldn't mind her being our team medic.'

I stand peeling my jeans off my legs until I'm standing in my boxer briefs and Kings of Death band tee.

Carley grabs the medical kit we keep hidden up here. She takes out bandaged scissors to remove the bloody bandage wrapped around my thigh.

With her kneeling in front of me, all I can think of is how g