I went in the same direction as him and before he could close the door, I held it. He looked at me confused. I moved a bit towards him and took his hand in mine.
His both hands were coated with blood. I looked back at him and i could see he felt ashamed.
I opened the tap of the wash basin and brought his hand to wash the blood off. His right hand was in deep cut and several small cuts were there in both hands.
I touched his hand with my fingers cautiously, but I still heard the sharp intake of his deep breath. I closed the tap but blood was still pouring out. I saw that a few small pieces of glass were still in his wounds.
I started to remove the small pieces, one by one I removed them. He hissed every time I pulled each out. I took another hand, this one had a deeper scar. I watche
