you’re dating bill. you walk into the kitchen, passing bill who’s cutting some sort of vegetable with this big ass knife. you go to the cabinet to grab a cup, the second your back is turned to him, he softly yells a curse, and the knife can be heard hitting the floor hard. you turn around, startled, to see his arm cut open, a shit ton of blood leaking from it. it’s more blood than you’ve ever seen, you try not to freak out.