Chapter 63

The lamp was on, and Clifford immediately saw her face contort in pain. He paused.

Grabbing her wrist, he pushed up the sleeve of her pajamas. Her elbow was scraped raw, surrounded by a large, ugly bruise. He pulled down the collar of her shirt and saw another bruise on her shoulder.

He looked up at her. Latisha had her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted, taking shallow breaths to recover from the shock of the pain.

"Why didn't you put anything on this?" Clifford asked, peeling back a bandage to reveal the untreated wound.

Latisha opened her eyes, hiding the pain from her expression. *It's fine,* she signed. *It's not serious.*

She didn't dare use any random ointment, afraid it might affect the baby. After all, the baby was already in a precarious state.

Clifford got out of bed and began rummaging through drawers and cabinets. A moment later, he returned. "Where's the first-aid kit?"