“Why?!”  I repeated, only this time it was a demand.   

“Please Ashley your hand is bleeding.  Let me just sterilize it ok.  You don’t want an infection do you.”  She said once again avoiding my question.  Her voice was pleading and I couldn’t say no to her.  I tried shaking my head as a way to get around it.  

“Please.”  She squeaked.  That did it.  Without a word a gave her my bloody hand.  

Spencer offered me a small revealed smile and went to work.  Her long gentle figures peeled of the gauze starting at my palm.  It was sticky and wet.  The blood soaked fabric hurt revealed my nasty wound.  Red, wide, and raw it wasn’t a pretty sight.  Now it was worst.  The already large cut had widened and deepened, to add to that I had a second smaller cut under it.  Who knows when that happened.

Slowly Spencer started to unravel the wrapper.  Finally we were down to the last rotation around my uninjured wrist.  I wasn’t looking.  For me pain intensifies when I watch.  I had a head ache and these sharp throbs weren’t helping.  

Spencer finished unwinding and gasped.  I groaned.  It was that bad.

“When she didn’t say anything I finally peeked.  Her eyes weren’t focused on my palm.  They were focused solely on my perfectly fine wrist.  I looked closer to see what caught her attention.  

It was a heart shaped tattoo.  A small simple black outline.  Her velvety fingers caressed the heart softly.  It was like she feared touching it to hard in case of breaking it.  I felt hot under her touch like a speck beneath a microscope.  Lying there waiting to be prodded.  I tried in vail to pull my hand away.  It was no use.  Spencer had a grip of steal.  And one look into her dazzling blue eyes extinguished any fight I had in me.  

The heart meant something to both of us.  It was my first tattoo.  But it was also something else…

Flashback

“Shhh!”  I hushed the blonde behind me.  Her foot steps were making to much noise against the wood floors.  She paused in her actions and lifted herself onto her tippy toes.  Her tongue stuck out in concentration and her hands spread out making her look like a bird.  I had to clasp my hand over my mouth to muffle the giggle.  She was so silly sometimes.