“Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow, ow,” Hazel cried.

Being in a fight club had its consequences. Naturally, Hazel would end up with a cut or two, or more.

Seeing Hazel return to school the next day with another bruise or small scale injury of the sort was not unforeseen. However, by the time she had arrived for your prearranged study session, the fresh blood that gradually seeped from the cuts on her face had become hard to miss. Subsequently, you’d ended up offering to try and treat the damage done to her face.

Hazel continued to flinch whenever something came in contact with the cut on her lip, a relentless whine coming from her throat.