“I’m so sorry,” Marilyn scurried to pick up all the papers that were scattered on the ground. “I was working on cleaning, but it seems I made more of a mess than actually cleaning anything up,” she blushed lightly and glanced at the man near her.
He put as much pressure on it as he could
Marilyn blushed at his earnest attempt to stop her from bleeding. “Marshall you’re really sweet,” she smiled and laughed a bit at the situation.
He chuckled nervously and then smiled.
“Do you know if it stopped?”
She blinked then released her finger from her shirt, “I think so,” Marilyn tilted her head, unsure. She licked lightly at her bloodied finger then smiled sweetly to Marshall, “All better,” she exclaimed, showing her finger off to the boy in front of her.