Words: watery, blush, knife, hands
Maxwell stood too close. I didn’t have enough room to chop tomatoes. Red, watery seeds spilled onto the cutting board. But it looked too red.
“You’re bleeding!” Maxwell said.
“Oh, crap, I am.” I grabbed a white towel and held it against my finger.
Maxwell took two steps back and fell into a chair. My knight in shining armor. He pointed with a shaky hand.
“What? The knife?” I asked. He apparently had little motor function left and barely nodded. I washed the blood off the knife to appease him.
The Home Ec teacher came over. “Max, what’s wrong?”
Again with the pointing.
“It’s a little wound,” I said.
Maxwell shook his head.
“Let me see.” The teacher took my hand and opened the towel. She gave it back to me and I reapplied pressure. “Not too bad. Why don’t you go see the nurse?”
“I think a bandage will do,” I said.
“Not you, Maxwell.”
Maxwell’s blush rivaled the tomato and my blood.
“Come on, I’ll take you.” I hoisted him with my non-bleeding hand, dropped him at the nurse with a kiss on the cheek and went back to make a suspiciously red lasagna.