42:Amelia

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Mum had me sit on the kitchen counter; to properly look at my cheek.

"Mum!" I whine," I'm fine, really."

"No your not," she says." I'm going to need to stitch you up."

"No mum, please no!" I moan.

"I have to your cut is really deep and really wide," she explains.

"Fine," I sigh," But be quick."

She nods and hastily stitches up my wound.

"Thanks mum," I say as she sterilizes her equipment.

Luke stands in the doorway, with his hands stuffed in his pockets.

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