(Jace's POV)
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Hearing Casey's screams was like a wound to my gut, it hurt me way more than it was hurting her. I wanted to stop at once. I wanted to take her in my arms and tell her that everything was going to be okay. But I couldn't. I had to treat the wound and cover it up so that it didn't get infected.
So, with no other choice, I steeled myself against her screams and continued dabbing at the wound with cotton wool soaked with spirit. She squirmed on the counter, many times trying to remove my hands but I kept at it. Going on until I had wiped off the excess blood all over her thigh and the wound was clean.
By the time I was done, she was sweating profusely and her eyes were bloodshot. She was also teary eyed.
"I'm so sorry," I told her.
"Just get it done with." She snapped.
