“Just let me look at it, Thaddea,” Anah said, fussing around the taller girl’s face with a damp cloth. “It looks dreadful. You don’t want to get an infection, do you?” “For the millionth time,” said the redheaded girl through gritted teeth, “I’m FINE. Stop your bleating.” “You’re being ridiculous,” huffed Anah, shaking her head of ringlets. “And you’re BLEEDING! I bet Miss Cheery would tell you—” “Nobody asked you,” Thaddea snapped. She was, indeed, bleeding from what looked like a fairly serious gash in her forehead.
lol these two forever arguing
