I thought it was about time to check up on Claire.
Ouch! Hold still dear, I need to put medication on it. But it hurts! Claire said while getting her cuts and bruises taken care of. Claire, I have to put these on your cuts or they wont heal properly! Claries mother said, placing the medication on a rather nasty cut she had gotten from a tree. But mother, it hurts really badly! Claire moaned. Just hold still. Claires mother said. Claire flinched each time medicine was put on her back, but didnt complain. Her father looked out the window, drinking his morning coffee. Richard, could you go get me a wash-cloth? Claires mother asked. Sure thing dear. He replied, walking into their kitchen and dampening a cloth. Here. He said as he placed it on the coffee table next to Claire and her mother. Now, this will sting a little. She said as she placed it on Claires back. Ouch! Claire exclaimed as the cold rag was placed on her bruise. Claires father hated seeing her in pain, so he vowed to get the wicked horse who did this to her.
That took me forever to write!