Alex lets out a sigh of relief when Jenna and Mark leave.
“What was that?” I ask him. He starts to sit up, distracting me. “Hey, hey. Don’t sit up, let me check you out first,” I say, putting a hand on his shoulder to stop him from rising into a sitting position. “You lost a lot of blood.”
“I’m fine,” he replies, “feel better already.”
“No male bravado,” I tease him. I run my fingers through his hair again, still wet with blood that comes off on my hands, leaving them red. I find no cut.
I touch his scalp more firmly, but this time he doesn’t wince. I run my hands through his hair again, pressing down firmly. I still can’t find a cut.
“I…” I hesitate. “Where do you feel a cut?” I ask him, hoping he can help me locate the wound.
“Nowhere,” he replies.
“The blood came from somewhere!
