Lilo got a little...okay. It's not little. It's horrible. It's huge. I didn't even realize that she'd been wounded for another 10 minutes until I saw blood caked on her face.
WHY is it that the one time I don't pick her up from the chair is the one time she decides to take a nose dive?
This on top of every thing else, is making me uber uber stressed. I'm not sure if I've even eaten today. I'm just...tired. I might paint I might not. I'm worried about her pretty little face.
I can't have that wound become a scar...
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