Blood and Blame

Cora.

Dr Brennan did his job of trying to calm me down well. With slow music playing in the background, he sat beside his desk and typed away on his laptop, occasionally shooting glances my way. I was pretty sure that I looked horrible. I hadn’t changed out of my bloodied clothes, my hair was all over the place, my face cake with dry tears. I kept on adjusting the blanket that laid on my shoulders