Your nose is bleeding.” She followed the line of his pointer finger aiming crosshairs at her face. The first ruby bead dripped down her lips. “Well, help her, you dumbass,” his roommate gave them a taunting look. “Otherwise I will.” He glared at him, hand dropping to his side. His long-legged stride brought him in front of her within two steps. He took his index and middle finger, smearing the blood onto his hand, clenching it into a fist. She stared in shock, eyes flickering from his bloody hand to his warmly smiling face. With a faint blush dusting his cheeks, he guided her towards the bathroom. The tips of his non-bloody fingers rested on the small of her back and only lifted to lock the door behind them. Her head was tilted back, blood running freely down her throat. She moved blindly to the sink, letting her head fall forward; and with it, the blood that had been coagulating in her nostrils. She groaned. “Wow. You get them bad, don’t you?” “No shit,” her voice rasped. She listened to the creak of a door as he opened the cupboard, presumably to look for paper towels. She eyed him in the mirror. He raised the bloody hand to his mouth, unfurling his fingers, and she watched in mild horror as his tongue flicked out to lap up the blood soaking into his skin. She averted her gaze back to the spatters of red in the bottom of the sink, head swimming. “Here,” his sweatered arm appeared, holding a handful of one-ply paper towels. She took them from his hand, setting them on the opposite side of the vanity. His watch glinted in the yellow-tinted warmth of the bathroom light. It drew her in like a crow to a coin, and she pressed forward, passing over the sink, letting her mouth hover millimeters over his palm. A few drops of blood slipped from her nose into the cup of his empty hand, forming a perfect crimson pool. He inhaled sharply as her tongue collided with his callused palm, his spit mixing with her own as she traced the blood into the embedded lines of his hands. She looked back at him, lips glassy and rose-tinted. He was looking away, red in the face, biting his lip. “Hey… do you like this?” He didn’t answer. Instead, like a cat avoiding being pet, he arched his neck to lean even farther away from her.