Bloody Mess

"Zee." Craige muttered when he saw Zeanne standing in front of him with her phone in her ear and a frown on her face.

"You dared ignore my calls after dropping the call like--" She angrily started but stopped when she noticed the blood on his robe and the blood-soaked towel on the floor. She scanned him from head to toe and that was when she saw the situation of his hand. Her face turned pale and her hands flew to her mouth as she gasped. "What the fu-"

"Language." He calmly reminded her and picked up the towel from the floor.

"Who the hell did this to you?" She looked at him with a horror-stricken face.

'That's your first question?' He frowned and stepped aside to let her in. "I'm fine, thanks for asking. And I didn't do it on purpose."

She went in and dragged him towards the kitchen sink. "You did this to yourself? What were you thinking?!"