"You've got blood on your face." Ty pointed out from the table as they ate. She gave him an annoyed glance before turning back to her cereal.
"Is it yours?"
Dom sighed and pressed a hand against her face, feeling blindly for where he had been talking about. "I don't know. Where is it?"
"There!" Ty sat up on his knees in his chair, and reached an arm across the table to point to the right corner of her forehead. Dom rolled her eyes, now slumping back in the chair. "Thanks."
Ty narrowed his eyes at her sarcastic tone as he hopped down from his seat to run and grab a washcloth from the bathroom. "I'll get it!" He exclaimed, standing atop his step stool to reach their sink faucet. Dom ignored him until he actually came over and pressed the wet cloth against her forehead. "Okay. Definitely my blood. Gentle, Ty."
"How did you not know you got a big cut on your head?" He eased up on just trying to brush away the blood and handed the wash cloth to her instead. "You do it." The now grumpy boy climbed back onto his chair, watching as she pulled dried flakes of blood that were hidden under her dark hair. He thought if maybe people got to know her that they wouldn't want to hurt her as much-of course this couldn't and wouldn't be achieved in her specific line of work but he could dream.