Eying Lips And Bad Luck Of Death
She took his injured hand and placed it on her lap, she folded his jacket sleeve then his shirt sleeve to his elbow bringing the wound in full view.
Opening the first aid kit on the table in front of them, she took out some gauze and antiseptic.
"What are we going to do if he comes here again?" She asked pouring some of the antiseptic on the gauze and started dabbing it on his wounds.
He flinched a little, "He can't come here again. I've told George and security to pay more attention and not to let him in. Currently, they're looking for him since he couldn't have left the building so fast."
"Yes and he may be the one that came back to get the knife or someone else on the inside." She dropped the blood soaked gauze in the small dustbin near the couch before bringing out new ones from the kit.