"So… Do you need to cut her hair?" Theo's voice was low but tense, his arms crossed as he stood facing the doctor.
"Not entirely, Mr. Kingsley." The doctor looked uneasy, hands moving in a small wave as if to calm him. "Only around the cut. It's not deep, but it still requires stitches."
Theo's jaw flexed. "But she loves her hair…" The words slipped out almost under his breath, more to himself than to anyone else. His mind flicked back to things he'd read about her before, a little, almost insignificant details most people would forget. But not him.
He looked up again, his gaze hardening on the doctor. "Is there any other option?" His tone carried the weight of someone demanding an answer, as if the wrong one would be a personal offense.
