[Trigger Warning: Blood and Gore to some extent. Read at your own discretion.]
"Samuel?!" Private Joshua panickingly got off of his bed and walked towards the child who was bleeding his life out at the moment.
Private Jonathan quickly jumped out of his bed just to step on a pool of blood dripping out of the child's wrist. He quickly sat down on the ground next to the child, watching Private Joshua trying to take the glass away from him.
"Samuel.. It's alright, hand it over." Private Joshua slowly muttered before eying Private Jonathan.
Private Jonathan nodded before waiting for the right opportunity. The child didn't seem to lighten his grip on the glass.
"Samuel, please!" Private Joshua calmly placed his hands on top of Samuel's hand, hoping he would let the glass go. However, Samuel held it tightly, continuing to try to cut his wrist off.
