“…Take off my gloves?”
Just the thought was terrifying. His gloves weren’t white anymore. They were stained red from when he had been applying pressure to the wound. The only thing that didn’t appear stained, was the glowing markings on the gloves. That was because they weren’t actually imprinted on them.
“N-No, it’s alright. I don’t need to take off my gloves.”
Rebecca was busy filling the tub, the water cloudy, green and smelling like green tea.
“Hun, y’can’t go in the tub with those on. They’re covered in blood. The gloves on the sink are thick and waterproof if y’gotta have somethin’ on your hands.”
“Would you really wanna soak in a tub with blood floating around in it? I promise I’ll wash them as best I can, okay?”
She wasn’t paying attention to what Silver was doing, making sure the water was warm enough for him.
Back in the Game 