Looking at the vast Nile River was disturbing to Jalil. He cast a frightful glance around to make sure that no one was watching him, then began scrubbing at his hands, aware that nothing was wrong with them, but unable to stop himself.
"Stupid…obsessive…."
A hand was placed on his shoulder and he spun around, staring into the eyes of David. "Something wrong?" the boy asked.
Jalil struggled to force his hands into his pockets to cover the small cuts that had formed on his skin. Why, after resisting for so long, had he been overcome by the disorder?
"No."