Benedito Goncalo Cruz Pereira
I fisted the material of my grey shirt that covered my shoulder. Bobby's blood was still on it and I had only noticed once Pedro and Hans helped me to the waiting room of emergency theatre ward. I had been crying for long I feared I had completely numbed myself as I wrapped my other arm around my waist.
My skin felt colder than the hospital itself, I could only imagine how I looked to everyone else as I sat there still partially covered in my fiancé's blood. As we walked down the hallway of the theatre room you could see the drops of blood coming all the way down the entrance.
Surely by now they had sanitized the area.
