Wounded tale

This tale is about trusting the nice one with the huge eyes wearing the blue shirt, as always.

If reading this you already thought it was a bad idea to begin with, you are my kind of reader.

But what could go wrong, you may think.
He seems so nice and friendly, and almost looks as if he‘s offering a helping hand.
Almost?
Yes, well … It is hanging there, looking as if about to move any second now.
At least his glaring eyes seem to tell so.

Okay, let‘s face it.
There was trust put into this nice person, this nice man.
His shirts were always blue, his eyes full of expression.
What kind of expression exactly?

The kind of expression you would look at a wound with.
A deep wound.
A deep and infested wound that has never been taken care of.
Before a word had been said, he had found it in skin.
In this skin, unkowingly presented to him.
Was the wound really there?
How come it had never been found?
Was it a big secret that only he could reveal?

To be honest, the wound was probably the reason we ended up with him in the first place, so this is good, right?

This had to be good.

But his eyes were so huge, and so glaring!
His eyes were there instead of words, searching every bit of unprotected skin for whatever else was wrong with it, beside the wound already known.

„How come you‘re still breathing“, he eventually asked, and there was no response.

How would you respond to this?
Would you stop breathing to check?

His hand was still hanging there.
It was just hanging, without any sign of movement, while his eyes were floating over.

„If you‘re still breathing, it cannot be that bad.“
And he finally moved his hand, but not to help, but rather cover the wounded part of skin with a piece of scarf.
A piece of fabric that was soaked in blood too soon, and got stuck in the wound.
It hurt.
God, how bad a wound can hurt once you know it‘s there!

„How come I am still breathing?“

The nice man in the blue shirt had taken back bis hands, and his eyes seemed to burst any second now. „If you have done so before, just forget about this and continue.“
And with those words he left, never checking back on the wound he found.

And yes, it happens that he is missed very badly.
Is that emberrassing? Maybe.