"how's that little cut on your foot?" He asked and as on cue my foot got cut by glass hurt a little. Ouch! He didn't have to remind me about it. wait a minute. how does he know I cut myself when it happened after he jumped out of the window?

I was about to voice my confusion when I noticed a big brown patch on the left side of his shirt.

"You're hurt," I stated.

"Aren't you as well? Plus was that your biggest concern?" He said sarcastically with an edge of surprise in his voice.

"What else should I be concerned about?" Even though I had now pointed the scalpel down at the ground, my fingers were still clutching it dearly.

"What if I say' It's not my blood?" He said with a smirk, his eyebrow arched upward playfully.

"Then whose blood is it?" I was surprised at how my voice didn't display at all how terrified I was.

He chuckled and my heart skipped a beat.

JUST WOW- my body had no understanding of the danger it was in it was in at the moment to react like that.

I held my breath as he lifted his right hand and brought it towards my face. He placed a few strands of my hair, from in front of my face to behind my ear, where it was supposed to be.

His crimson eyes were still locked with my hazel ones as my heart was beating furiously in my rib cages. Was it out of terror or something else? That was what I couldn't figure out.

"I'm dangerous." He said. His crimson eyes which looked like an endless abyss, confirmed his words.

There was a period of silence between us as I stared at his eyes mesmerized, and before I could move, his entire body collapsed onto my shoulders motionlessly, his eyes closed.