She cut herself, again. Stupid apple, stupid fingers always in the way. Anna reached for a paper towel to blot the blood. It seemed to be gushing out a little too profusely for such a tiny cut. Lately those had been taking longer than usual to heal.
She looked, frustrated, at the half-diced apple on her plate. It was covered in blood and now inedible. She would have to start all over again.
She prided herself in how finely she could cut an apple into little pieces. The smaller they were, the more bites she got per apple, the longer an apple lasted.
She reached for another paper towel and wondered if they had any Band-Aids left.