Taylor was taken aback by the girl's persistence, her mind drifting to her own beloved daughter.
"My sister's a doctor. She'll take care of you."
Upon hearing Clark's words, both Taylor and Logan were taken aback—especially Logan, who paused his cleaning of the broken glass, disbelief evident in his eyes.
The girl looked young, probably a high school student. How could she already be a doctor?
"Where's the first aid kit?" Rosemary politely asked again.
"There are some over-the-counter medicines in the first drawer to the left of the TV stand."
The house was rented, so they didn't have a proper first aid kit, only a few scattered medications.
Rosemary took out what she could use and cleaned the wound with practiced ease, causing Taylor to stare in amazement.
"This might sting a bit. Try to bear with it." Rosemary disinfected the wound and began to treat it.
Taylor watched the girl working diligently, and she was once again reminded of her daughter.
