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I shift my weight from one foot to the next, as I am trying to get the confidence and bravery to walk up to him and help him with his fist. I can not shake the feeling of sadness I feel when I see the blood falling from his hand into a puddle on the floor. The smell of his blood and the puddle reminds me I need to get my act together and help him.

I shuffle towards him , my head lowered and my eyes glued to anything else except him. I place the first aid on the counter , I unpack it’s contents. I have not used one of these in so long , and I am afraid that I might do something wrong. I think I should wipe the blood out first. So wake around him and retrieve the paper towels. Before turning towards him again , I take a huge breath knowing that I need to get close to him in order to wipe his hand free from his blood. I turn to him and walk super slowly – wishing that it would take me an eternity to get there however, I eventually get there.

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