The colour of blood 2

Her heart hurt in pain when she realised how much it must be burning, but he stood there like a statue of coldness.

No emotion was displayed.

Tears were running down her cheeks, she couldn't see him in pain.

His pain hurt much more than her own and she just wanted him to stop.

She just couldn't see this, rushing towards him she pulled the glass away from him and started kissing his hands.

Trying to soothe the pain he was doing very well in hiding.

Her breath on his wounds was like water on fire.

His hands clenching as she did so.

Without his approval she stubbornly continued to tend to it, applying some cream to be followed by bandaged she tried her best to make it hurt less.

Her hands moved back and he again turned his back on her.

How badly she wanted to just hug him from behind and ask for sorry.

"Daniel...I know today....I just ....I am sorry o