CRASH! The panel flew in splinters. One splinter struck the girl in the face, making a small wound on the forehead, and blood trickled down into her eyes, but she did nothing more than to wipe it off with the back of her right hand.
Carlson readjusted the shifting barricade, and glanced at Ina.
“You are hurt!”
“It’s nothing.”
“Into the bathroom, quickly!”
CRASH! Another panel cracked!
She got up calmly, and wiped the blood out of her eyes again with the handkerchief Carlson pressed against her face; then, his arm around her, she walked into the bathroom.
Carlson forced Ina into a chair and knelt beside her, indifferent to everything now but the bleeding cut on her face.
“Let me look at it!”
“It’s nothing at all, I tell you! Go back and attend to the door. We must barricade ourselves in here in another minute.”