Delicate

I shuddered at the impact of the blood upon my dress, my apron, my face, some in my mouth making me gag but there was nothing to bring forth. He looked to me with those dark, empty orbs, no colour more vile than the black of his eyes, gesturing to me to come forward.
" Come here woman! clean this up and be in my tent before nightfall." he shouted at me before leaving. It took me a minute to understand under the circumstances. I moved towards the lifeless body of private stuart. I had been used to this but each time it had the same startling effect. The gruesome sight of where the sword cut his abdomen spilling everything out was going to linger in my memory just as the many others i've seen.