Here we are again. Sam and I are waiting to see of Michael will get out unharmed. That is what keeps us on the edge.
I lied down in the bed with a yogurt. That I when Michael came in with a knife stuck in his arm. I set my yogurt to the side and ran over to him. "Are you alright?" I asked him having him sit down.
"I'm fine, they just weren't to happy with me." he explained while I took out the knife, gave it to Sam, and started to attend to his wound.
Cleaning him up, "You can always find a way to get hurt, can't you Michael?" I teased him. I started to stitch him up.
Sam cleaned off the knife, "Listen, I would love to stay and watch Fi give you stitches Mike but my lady friend is expecting me." he said heading to the door.
I rolled my eyes at him. "I guess you're not too concerned." I mentioned to him as I disinfected the needle.
Without a response Sam closed the door laughing. I stitched Michael up in silence, concentrating on not making it worse.
When I was done Michael gave me a kiss. I laughed at him, "You'd better start getting ready for our date." was all I said as I walked to the door calling "See you in a hour." over my shoulder.