“What?!” She asked. I looked at the door and sensed that Carmen was coming back.

“Never mind…” I helped her to get up and held her to the bathroom. She couldn’t stop moaning in pain and it was starting to get on my nerves. She sat on the edge of the bath tub and tilts her head back with my t-shirt on her face.

“Don’t tilt your head…” I said and washed my hands.

“What? But that’s what they always do?!” She asked, her head still tilting.

“Do you want to choke and die from your own blood??” I said and her head snapped up and now in normal position.

“Let me have a look…” I said and kneeled in front of her; I placed my hand behind her neck and made her tilt slightly forward. Carmen came in and placed the box next to me.

I removed the t-shirt from her and her eyes looked down on me. She looked at Carmen who didn’t look like she was enjoying the sight. Me, however… well, this is nothing… I had to hold down the blood from a gun shot many of times… and it is much scarier.

“Ohmygod… is it bad??? Do I need reconstruction??” She laid all the questions. “Tell me… how bad is it??” She asked me again. I didn’t bother with her questions and looked around her nose. It seems like it is not completely broken, there’s no skin tearing from the bone or anything. I can see the bruise already forming. I took hold of my blood soaked t-shirt and wiped her nose carefully to have a closer look at her nose.

“It’s… it’s not bad…” Carmen comforted her and watched my moved.

“You sure?? It freaking hurts!! Are, are you sure???” She asked again.

“Can you be quiet??” I said and felt her nose; I felt the bridge of her nose in a slightly different position. I pinched her nostrils to stop the bleeding, closing all of the soft tissue. I used my other hand and wiped the streaks of blood around her nose and below.

I looked at Carmen and her eyes were still on her friend one hand still pinching Alice’s nostrils, Alice however was holding tightly on Carmen’s hands. “Does it still hurts?” I asked her.