Shoot, my arm was really hurting. I guess I'd cut myself a little deeper than usual. After looking around to make sure no one was looking at me, I carefully rolled up my sleeve and peeled back the toilet paper.
I gasped in pain, trying not to cry out. The wound hadn't even began to stitch itself back together. Yep, definitely deeper than usual. It still bled freely and I started to think about asking someone for a first aid kit.
Then I remembered Mai. I stood up and walked towards the front of the bus. Before I managed to walk three steps, I felt a strong hand grasp my arm. I turned in shock and saw the falsely blue eyes of the pale guy infront of me.
He appeared to be in some kind of frenzy, and his mouth lowered slowly towards my bleeding forearm.