After finding a way to calm my heat down. Spoilers, it did not calm down, but I was still okay to walk around. My body still felt hot under my clothes, the kind of heat that sat under the skin and refused to go away, until you do what you have to do. But at least I could move. At least I could think a little.
I went straight to the school toilet to wash the blood off my hands.
The smell of iron still clung to my fingers. My nails had dug so deep earlier that thin cuts had opened across my palm. They had already started closing, but the blood had dried around my skin.
I turned on the tap and held my hands under the water.
Cold water ran over my fingers. It stung at first, then slowly eased the tight feeling in my palm. The red washed away in thin streams down the sink.
I kept my eyes on the water for a moment, breathing slowly.
My heat was still there. It pulsed faintly through my body, like a slow fire refusing to die.
Great. Just great.
