Roxy smiled, turning her attention to the screen. Weeks passed and
the girls grew into a comfortable routine. Roxy still debated
telling Do about her powers but was too afraid of what she'd think
to tell Elvira. One day she decided she was going to cook a
romantic dinner. She picked everything up on her way home from
work. She had had a rare afternoon shift so started getting things
ready when she had put her stuff away. Looking between the screen
to read the instructions and what she was doing probably wasn't the
best idea. The knife came down, slicing open her finger pretty bad.
Roxanne hissed in pain, yanking her hand back and clutching it to
her chest. Grabbing the washcloth from the handle on the oven, she
covered her hand, hoping it healed fast so she could hurry up and
clean everything. There was too much blood to explain away,
especially since her hand would be healed in minutes. How would she
explain the fact she was no longer hurt to Elvira?