Novel & Cerita I'd Apologize For Bleeding On Your Shirt

What the hell is wrong with me? I sit there in pain until it passes and I’m able to use the bathroom. I then prepare to wipe when I’m notice the blood stains on my pants and my clothing. I wipe quickly and look to find that I am bleeding excessively. I quickly try to jump in the shower and wash up when I hear the front door close. Francisco was one for bad timing.

I winced inward. I began to bleed. I inched to the bed and made sure a lot of blood was spilled all over the bed and pillows. It was really hurting a lot, but I ignored the pain. I smeared more blood on the broken glasses, making sure a lot of blood was seen all over my room. and the floor slicked with my blood. I tore my gown and tried to tie my hand with it to at least control the bleeding, but it failed. I let out a big sigh and ignored it.

My eyes widened in shock, and I couldn't help but let out a small gasp. “Your… Your shirt is covered in blood!” I cried out in alarm. “Where are you hurt?” Without thinking, I reached for his shirt and ripped it open, revealing smooth, unblemished skin beneath. There was no sign of any wound, no hint of any injury. I looked up at him, my brow furrowed in confusion.

The deep red liquid splashed dramatically across Thaddeus's pristine white shirt, creating an immediate stain that spread rapidly across the fabric. "Oh God, Thaddeus! I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention!" Panic rose in my voice as I quickly set the glass on the table, frantically trying to assess the damage I'd caused to his beautiful outfit. This was exactly the kind of clumsy mistake that would haunt me for days. "It's fine. Really, don't worry about it." His voice remained calm and reassuring despite the obvious disaster. I grabbed a handful of cloth napkins from the table, desperately trying to blot the spreading crimson stain, but my frantic efforts only seemed to make things worse

I exhaled loudly and fiddled with my fingers. He smiled and let go of my face. "I am extremely sorry about your shirt." I glanced at his T-shirt that was now soaked with my tears. "I don't mind having your snot on my shirt." He chuckled. "Did you really have to ruin a good moment?" I pursed my lips together and pouted.

"It's not a favour. Are you sure you can do this?? Do it. Come on." He was now trying to wipe it but couldn't. He was finally sitting and I took cotton away from him. I cleaned his wound. I saw the shirt that was wearing on the floor. I saw blood on that and by the look of that, it appeared that he had bles before this too. His blood was dried and the one he got now was still fresh. "When did you bleed again??" "I don't know!" "You are lying. At the party while dancing Were you bleeding??"

She pukes on me, shocking me. “Shit! I’m so sorry, Alexander.” She apologies, cleaning my shirt with her hands. “It’s okay. It happens.” As I stand up and take off my spoiled blazer and shirt, she sees me with a hint of guilt in her eyes. “It’s alright, Alice. No need to feel guilty.” I explain, wiping her face and hands with my handkerchief. She looks at me with a sad pout. “I’ll just go wash up.” I inform her, and she gives me a slight nod in response.

And when I was about to apologize again, I panicked because I saw that his forehead was now bleeding. "B-Blood... S-sir..." What did I do?!

“I never said I was normal.” Nylo grumbled under his breath and flopped angrily onto my shoulder. “Well, this just got worse.” My eyes flicked to Riven again. His hand pressed weakly against his ribs, his breathing uneven. “You’re still bleeding,” I said quietly. He didn’t respond. “You need to stop the bleeding.” Still nothing. I looked down at my torn dress. Slowly, with trembling hands, I tore another strip from the hem. The sound of fabric ripping echoed louder than it should have.

May be he can flip and this will only hurt her. She walked out of the closet and he was still not there. Her eyes snapped towards the door when it got opened and Xavier walked in with blank look. He looked emotionless. Sarah looked at him alert. He was shirtless, only in his black pants and was holding his shirt in his hand. She caught the glimpse of blood on it. 'did he took off his shirt because of my phobia... He never mind coming in the room with blood on his clothes before, then why now...'