There's blood on my shirt
Jun. 2nd, 2003 12:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lathanyRyan likes playing with the lounge door. Bea likes helping. I had already moved her away several times but I was simply delaying the inevitable. Ryan shut her hand in the door.
There was a lot of screaming. And quite a lot of blood. I hugged her and put a plaster on her finger (she likes the plaster, it's biteable) and eventually she quietened down.
There was a lot of screaming. And quite a lot of blood. I hugged her and put a plaster on her finger (she likes the plaster, it's biteable) and eventually she quietened down.
