"how about we just both see what's under there that is squirting out blood and then decide if you are fine or not."
She didn't argue at first, and moved her hand from over her side pulling her shirt part way up. She put her arms across where her shirt was pulled up to as if to say 'I'm not showing you any more'. What was visible was the bottom of a deep laceration down her left side.
She finally opened her eyes again, and looked up at him, she couldn't hide the fact that she was concerned, the look she was giving him gave it away. She knew it was bad. She still was quiet and sounded more distant then she should. "I don't know when it happened...."
