Blood and Ashes
My hands were shaky or maybe I was the one wobbly.
I feel blood slowly run out of my nose like I was an active volcanic mountain, erupting molten lava, bit by bit. In This case, my body was the mountain, and my nose was the vent from which thick blood spilled out. I cleaned them up some more, with my hands.
It made it a whole lot messier, the blood was now spread on my nose and mouth region.
Blood ran down my nose, staining my mouth, and droplets of blood were on my lab cloth. All that had happened now had drawn the attention of the kids by my side.
Sikat na Kabanata