Blinded by Blood

Arturo worked in silence, his movements careful, almost reverent.

He cleaned the blood from Massimo’s hands first, gently brushing away tiny shards of glass embedded in his skin. Massimo didn’t flinch nor did he even seem to feel it. His eyes were fixed on nothing.

“Hold still,” Arturo murmured, wrapping a clean cloth around Massimo’s palm. His own knuckles were bruised, his shoulder throbbing, bu