"What did you do?"
14. My muse is trying to hide an injury. They aren’t coping well.
Jim had been sitting rather quietly at his desk for about twenty minutes with Sebastian in the room before the blood started seeping through his shirt. He frowned at first, almost as if he were perplexed -- the pain was intense, but it was difficult for physical agony to affect him. It was easier to ignore it.
Of course, now he was bleeding again, and no doubt the slapdash bandaging job he'd done for the stab wound in his side was not enough, and he was a bit dizzy now, and this was all very irritating and problematic.
Seeing no better option, in his slightly altered state of mind, his solution was to shift in his seat until the blood was out of Sebastian's direct line of sight.
That seemed like a valid solution.