#wilid

"A rivulet of blood travels over Owen's brow bone and follows the divot downwards. Curt watches in horror as it slips over his eyelid and finally down to his tear duct where it pools up, then drips." "Blood comes from other places now, somewhere beneath his clothing. Deep red stains bloom through the fabric all across his body. Curt knows with utter certainty that there's more– shattered bones, trauma, lesions. He can see it all in his peripherals, but he stays locked on Owen's eyes."