"That doesn't help, I'll be in the garage with a flashlight." Drew
said, rummaging through the wrong drawer and cutting her hand open
on a knife. "Crap!" She yelped.
"Oh dear." Robert mused while gently taking Dre's hand into his
own. "I don't think it's deep enough to need stitched thankfully
but we still will need to treat it and wrap it." He quietly mused.
"That is because you don't need to sleep, unlike your boyfriend
that looks like a walking zombie nine times out of ten." Fluff
mused even though she knew Drew more than likely wouldn't
understand her.
"Ah ha." Robert whispered as he flicked on a flashlight.