Priestly carried Mars all the way up the stairs to their motel room, kissing his forehead repeatedly. He breathed a sigh of relief as he laid him down on the musty-smelling bed, hurrying to the larger first aid kit he had brought.
"How much does it hurt?" he asked, smiling gently. "On a scale of one to ten, please."
"How much does it hurt?" he asked, smiling gently. "On a scale of one to ten, please."