Jeez, he was acting like he’d amputated my hand. “It’s fine, really. You should probably cut your nails, though,” I joked.

Aiden glanced around, gaze fixating on a nearby fryer’s booth. “I bet they’ve got some band-aids we can use. Wait here, okay?”

Without waiting for a reply, he went sprinting through the crowd, desperation fueling his every step.

I let out a heavy sigh and clutched under my arm, trying to keep the blood from staining my jacket. This was just not a good day ...