Mary stared downwards at her sticky, bloodstained hands. Different hues of red of the liquid stained her skin. The smell of wet metal filled her senses and churned her stomach.
Her stomach.
She looked down at the stab wound on her lower abdomen. Wincing with pain she pressed her fingertips to the open gash, and was greeted with more blood oozing out onto her.
Mary finally dropped her hand and screamed.
