C25 25. Tsunamis, waves, and emotional currents

I cannot relax. I still cannot breathe. My gaze falls on to the impressive size of Peter’s injury; blood is streaming out of the huge cut and the scent is so strong I feel like throwing up, the sight is just so macabre and sickening that it’s hard to look at.

I unbutton his shirt, take it off and use it as a cloth; he moans and whimpers as I touch him