Hannah's POV
I took a match out of the box of matches, lit it and placed it on th wick of the scented candle in my bedroom. I sat down on the edge of my bed and I felt the bed dip, and I turned my head to see Michael.
"Hey." He said, nudging my shoulder.
"Hi," I replied and he shrugged.
"How are you adjusting?" He asked me and I looked at the ground, licking my lips once.
Oh.
How was I adjusting to me being dead.
"Okay... I think." I said and Michael kissed my head gently. I gave him a small smile and looked down at the top I wearing.
It was covered in blood from the fatal stab wound I had recieved.
"How can I stop the bleeding?" I asked quietly and Michael chewed his bottom lip, before getting off the bed and walking over to my cabinet and rumaged through it, until he found a first aid kit. He pulled out some bandage and came back over to the bed. He unrolled it and he laughed.
"I'm hoping this works. If I wrap it around your wound, at least it will stop it bleeding onto your clothes." He said and I raised my eyebrows.
"How do you know it will work?" I said and he smirked, pulling up his shirt, where I saw a wound in the side of his body was covered by bandaging.
"Okay." I laughed and I felt Michael gently pull at the corners of my shirt and I helped him take it off and he cleared his throat.
"Ummmm... I need you to... umm.. I need you to take your bra off so I can wrap the bandage round it properly." He said and I'm pretty sure if bllod was still flowing steadily through my body, my cheeks would be reddening right now.
I reached round and fiddled with the clip of my bra.
"Why do we still bleed, if we are dead?" I asked, removing my bra. Michael's eyes darted down to my breasts for a moment and then back up to my face.
"I'm not really that sure. All I know is that if another ghost hurts us, we bleed and also the same with the wounds we had when we die. They keep bleeding." He said, whilst wrapping the bandage around and around my chest. He pulled it tightly and attached a safety pin that was in the first aid kit and secured it.
"That should maybe stop the bleeding from going onto your clothes." He said and I got up, walking over to my wardrobe and pulling on a clean top.
"Hannah." I heard Michael say and I turned round to face him.
"Yes." I said and he shook his head, breathing out slowly.
"I'm so sorry that this has happened to you." He said and I shook my head, blinking, trying to make tears disappear from my eyes.
