she’s situated herself on the countertop, legs dangling down beneath her as she inspects the hem of her skirt. sutton’s attention was soon grasped by the other’s voice, her brown hues lifting to lock on the other. why were they looking at her so strange? “bleeding?” she re- stated their question. “i’m bleeding?” her eyes traveled across her own body looking for any cut or scrape. a scarlet circle forms on her thigh, the red liquid rippling as it continued to drip onto her leg. her small hands flew to her face, wiping at her nose. sure enough her finger was stained with red. as if she hasn’t already been embarrassing enough today. “can i have the dish towel?” she spits out, her other hand already reaching out for the cloth.