He didn't cut my hand off, he did however cause warm blood to erupt from my hand. He. Dropped to his knees and sobbed while I whales in pain. I didn't know what to do. All that was going through my head was, blood, veins, pain, blood, ow!!! Pain! He left the knife on the floor and wrapped his arms around me like he had been for months before this all went down. I missed his touch, even though guilt flooded every inch of me. I hardly acknowledged him though because of my bloody hand. The gash was so deep, it made me nauseous looking at it. More excruciating than anything I have ever felt before. I wanted to push him off of me but I was too week. We just tumbled to the floor. I closed my eyes and breathed heavily on the ground. He was on his knees a few inches from me. "I'm sorry..." He choked.
