I looked up at him in confusion. His eyes were wide and his mouth had fallen open as he stared down at the floor. “Eisley, you’re bleeding.” I looked down. A long trail of red slid down my legs and dripped onto the cement. I dropped his hand quickly and hurried to the bathroom. I shut the old, metal door behind me and reached for the only towel we had. It was thin and ripped and covered in holes, but it was all we had. I shoved it between my legs and began to clean myself, but the blood kept coming.
