Thanks to mizanotakeru22 for reviewing.

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ChiMona: Misidentify

Yao was in the bathroom, washing his face, when he heard Camille give a short scream. Lately, they'd had an influx of spiders (and not the small kind) in the home, and Camille was terrified of them. He usually knew when there was a spider in the house.

Yao dried off his face and made his way to the kitchen. Camille was at the sink with the faucet running.

"So, where's the spider?" Yao asked.

"N-not a spider," Camille spat, before she showed her finger. In two seconds, the colour red overwhelmed the white of her skin, and Yao rushed forward.

"What happened?" Yao demanded as he searched for the paper towels.

"You remember that knife my brother gave you? I… I just wanted to get a spoon."

Yao's eyes snapped to the drying rack, where he saw the aforementioned knife, along with about half of their spoon supply. Yao wrapped Camille's hand in a paper towel and held her hand tightly.

"I'll go get the first-aid kit," Yao said. "Just keep pressing against the cut, okay?"

Camille nodded, and Yao rushed to the bathroom. He felt a bit guilty that he was ready to dismiss Camille's scream as just a spider. He hoped that the wound wasn't too deep.

It wasn't, but it took a long while to stop bleeding. Yao prepared some sugar water for Camille. She looked very pale and shaky, but at least she didn't need stitches.

And Francis, when he was told that his gift had injured his sister, was beyond sorry and personally came to cook them a dinner as an apology. Even though it wasn't his fault, and he did warn them that it was very sharp. Yao was just glad that the injury wasn't worse.

So… To celebrate the return of MasterChef South Africa, they started selling MasterChef knives, which are pretty sharp. And guess what my thumb got acquainted with. It took my brain a few seconds to process that my finger was pressing against the blade. All because our spoons keep disappearing and I wanted the only clean spoon. It took a long while to stop bleeding, which was also worrisome because I have a tendency to stop bleeding before I even realise that I'm bleeding. And my parents thought that my pained scream was because I saw a frog (which is my phobia). My mom's tone when she asked me where the frog was helped me snap out of the shock. Needless to say, I was not impressed.