The first time, again.

A few hours later, I was with Colle in his bed, gently cleaning his cut on his nose with a medical kit.

• I think he will need stitches. - Colle grimaced when I rubbed

the antiseptic on the cut.

• Not really, trust me. I've had worse cuts, and still didn't need stitches.

He smiled.

• What will happe...