Michelle's POV

There was blood on his hand.

“Myron!” I gasped and ran towards him. I helped him sit up.

“I'm.. I'm sorry.” I stuttered, not knowing what to do, “I didn't mean to push you so hard.”

I panicked, “What do I do?!”

“Hold on, let me find help.” I rose and tried to run towards the door but he grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

“Myron-”

“It's not that bad,” he whispered.

“What? There's blood on your hand.” I said.

“It's from the bandage.” He explained and helped himself on the bed. “You won't be able to find help now. Everyone's asleep.”

He glanced at the bathroom, “There's...