The smell of smoke on her was so strong that I held my breath and turned away.
She smelled like Devon's favorite brand of cigarettes.
"Come on, honey, don't be like this. Can we just wash up and go to bed? I'll even wear that little dress you like…"
Her tone was a little too sweet, and I knew that too well. It was the kind she only used when she felt guilty.
And, of course, she forgot—I was bitten by a damn dog this morning. The bite was still stinging, and I was not even supposed to get it wet.
It was like a freaking hellhound! That thing straight up sunk its teeth deep into my leg and wouldn't let go! My blood was literally pouring on that street!
The doc had to give me a rabies shot and told me I'd lost some motor function in my leg, meaning I was screwed. I couldn't do anything physically intense anymore, not even sports.
After treating my injury, the doctor shook his head, saying, "I'm so sorry. If you'd gotten here half an hour earlier, we could've saved the nerves."
Probably seeing I wasn't in the mood, Meredith dropped her pride for once. She grabbed my hand and guided it to her chest.