I found her on my doorstep, blood slowly trickling down her forehead, a stone with an obvious sharp point on the sidewalk nearby. Running footsteps in the distance finished the scene.
She looked up at me with a resigned sigh on her lips, and she slowly stood up as if to leave.
I told her to stay put, and fetched my first aid box. It was fairly easy to clean and dress the wound, although she just stared at me as I worked. Once I finished, she smiled for a split-second then walked away.
I hope I healed her, slightly.
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