Since my stitches were torn, I had to suture them back in myself. As I did not want to let my father or Leo's parents know what had gone on between the two of us for the past 5 hours, I could not go to the hospital, as they would immediately call my guardian since I am a minor. Luckily, the emergency aid kid back in my house has the supplies needed for me to take care of my wound.
Before tearing the stitches, my arm had healed to the point where I could take away the splint if I wanted to. In fact, Leo had took it out last night when he came onto me. It seemed that he had already known that my arm was okay to be cuffed and chained from hearing about the situation of my arm from my father.