"It is not all my blood!" he grunted as if in pain.
I quickly grabbed a towel and placed it over his legs, seeing his discomfort as he placed his hands to cover his private area.
"OMG! OMG! There is so much blood. Whose blood is it!?" I scrambled across to my dresser for paper towels which I wet with some of my drinking water.
My fingers quivered as I wiped the blood off his face.
"Ugghh!" He grunted some more when he fell back to the floor whilst trying to lift his weak body up.
"I think my arms are dislocated. Help me up."
I slid my hand under his arms to lift him.
"Aahhhh! He bellowed. I immediately stopped and empathized with his suffering.
"Hold on!" I rushed to the closet to retrieve my father's large, old gray robe. I assisted him to pull it on when I noticed deep wounds t
