I'd Apologize For Bleeding On Your Shirt Novels & Stories

Balancing the cup in one hand and her notebook, pen, cellphone, and laptop in the other, she turned to exit the door and slammed into a hard chest. Her cup flew from her hand, and she watched with horror as it splashed on a shirt.Hispristine white shirt was now soaked in red. “Shit. I’m so sorry, Rodrigo. I didn’t see you,” she apologized. The red color was spreading all over in a huge wet stain. “My God. I’ve ruined your shirt.” Before he could reply, she shifted closer to him. Removing something from her pocket, she wiped his chest with it.

Instructions for monitoring for signs of internal bleeding. ‘Right,’ I said, my voice softer. ‘Shirt off.’

I fumbled in my pocket and yanked out a handkerchief, pressing it against the bleeding. The sharp, metallic scent filled my nostrils, thick and suffocating. I bit down on my shirt and tore off part of the fabric, buttons flying in all directions. With the cloth gripped between my teeth for support, I wrapped it around and pressed it firmly against the back of Alicia’s head, trying to stop the bleeding. “Alicia…” Adrian’s voice came from beside me. I glared at him. “Get this through your head, Adrian. You caused this,” I spat through clenched teeth, then looked up to see Jack running toward us.

She asks excitedly as we make our way to the exam room, but I shake my head at her question instantly. "Um, my shoulder," I say, looking at the blood that has started to seep through my shirt. One of these days, they're going to stop allowing me to have clothes if I keep ruining them like this. "Oh, what happened? I thought I told you no ripping these ones," she says with a smile and laugh, but I keep my eyes on her curiously. I know she is joking with me, but I can't seem to laugh at the joke. When she grabs the scissors from the counter, guilt pulls through me for ruining another shirt.

"Then why is there blood on the sheet?" I sighed, biting the bottom of my lips nervously. "I didn't know my period was going to arrive today; it completely slipped my mind," he didn't say anything. I guess it’s final; he is completely grossed out by me. "I'm sorry I bled out, all over the bedsheet." Tears welled up in my eyes from shame. I heard Sin sigh. "I thought it was something serious; you really scared the hell out of me, Amore. It's natural to bleed out during your menstrual cycle, so I am not angry."

All the grief I'd been carrying for years, all the questions about my mother's death that had never been answered, all the guilt about not being able to save her, it all came flooding out. "I'm sorry," Damon murmured into my hair. "I'm so sorry you went through that." We stayed like that for several minutes, him holding me whilst I cried, until I finally managed to compose myself enough to pull back. "I'm sorry," I apologized, wiping my face. "I didn't mean to fall apart like that. I've ruined your shirt with my silly tears" "You have nothing to apologize for," he assured me. "Sometimes we just need the best shirt to let go of our sorrows and pains we'd be bottling up."

I tell him. He rips the bottom of his shirt off and ties it around my arm to help stop the bleeding. I notice he has blood on his hands already before he even touches me, and it’s smeared across the borrowed shirt, too. And then I look down. It’s covering our shoes, slowly rolling across the floor, a sticky crimson river flowing in the direction that is easiest, the direction that contains the path of least resistance. But where is it coming from? Mim.

Her face drains of all color. “Oh My God!” She scream, filled with pure horror. Eyes widening in equal measure. “I... I’m so...” “You’ll do well to not say that word, Anor.” She franticly reaches over, her hands trembling as she begins to 'dust' at the stark white fabric of my shirt, A failing attempt to wipe away the red smear. As if that will remove the blood. “I swear... I’m sor... I didn’t know I was on! I... God. Oh my God.” I reach out, firmly catching her wrist. “Breathe, Anor. It’s just menstrual blood.”

Rollins smile immediately fell the moment he shut the door. "Why do you smell like blood?" My eyes widened, I pushed up a little, and then I saw it: the bed was stained, I was on my period, and you wanna know the worst part? It was a white bedsheet, and I had a heavy flow. He looked alarmed. How do I tell him it was normal, nothing bad? "Uhmmm..." I turned red, blushing. "Why is there blood on the sheet?" I asked again. "Uhmmm... is kind of a thing."

I wasn't wearing a popsocks so it was bare. "What is that?" I had to trace his gaze. I was bleeding, the blood trickled down my feet. I felt stabbed in the heart. "You're bleeding" He gasped in concern. Embarrassed, I tried to run but he got me. "You're not okay. You should go see the school nurse." "Let me be!" I shrieked. "I can't. It's blood isn't it?" "Actually, ink." I said sarcastically. "Bad liar." I managed to sit on a pavement. "Your skirt is soaked also. What part did you hurt? Did you fall?"