A slip, a mistake,
A sharp intake of breath through clenched white teeth as flesh is sliced by steel
The clean sharp pain slowly begins to drain into a deep dark ache, as warm red sticky stuff oozes through calloused fingers.
With fist tightly clenched the clinical white bandage is slowly drenched with the crimson reminder of my mistake.
Then, sitting patiently I watch as this stranger, this nurse, tentatively, tenderly, tends to my wound like a lover.
Occasionally soft brown eyes glance upward to see if I flinch as stitch by stitch her needle mends me inch by inch.