Eventually, the man let her being to close his wound, and when he lifted his shirt, she saw that it was more of a puncture than a gash, which was worse, really. She took her cloth and gently began to dab the blood. “Please stay still.” She requested, knowing that the less he moved, the less he would bleed. She wiped away the blood until it was almost all gone, and then took the needle in her left hand, pinching his skin and pulling it away from him as she began to poke through it. “This is going to pinch.” She warned him, though she was already forcing the needle through his skin. Fortunately, her needles were very sharp, and clean, since her boss insisted on such to make sure that the leathers were completed with the best quality. 

Stitching the wound only took a few minutes, since it was a puncture wound. “There might be bleeding beneath the skin. If so, I am sorry.” She said, dabbing at the spot once more as she cut the thread and leaned back away from the man. “I have done all that I can.” She walked over to a washing basin and began to wring the blood from her cloth and her fingers. By the time her boss returned, the man would have to be gone, and she would be back to stitching, hopefully a bit faster so that he didn’t suspect she had taken a break. He was a demanding individual, and there were many women that could sew. 

“Do you think that you will soon be able to leave?” She requested. Rhys didn’t want to force him out when he was physically injured, but he was likely a criminal, and she had to save her own skin, first. “And…do you think that someone will come here, looking for you?” She was thinking drastically, but she was wondering if she should have some sort of injury, that way it looked as if she was held against her will, rather than aiding him by her own suggestion. Of course, if she could just get the man out quickly, then she wouldn’t have to worry about any of that.

Rhys waited a few moments for an answer, and then turned to the door, not to escape, but to check the floor in the front and make sure that there was no blood. She took the damp cloth and walked out of the back room to scrub a few spots on the floor, just to be safe. Her boss would be frustrated with her for taking time off to scrub, but he would be more angry about his place of business not being kept looking beautiful—despite the fact that the traffic on this street was practically nonexistent.