While breathing loudly at a slow pace, Henri laid the knife down onto the floor (which it seems he had had the entire time). James eyed the knife, but decided not to get it right away.
Slowly Henri slipped the blanket off... it fell to the floor. He was now completely naked in front of James. James rubbed his left shoulder and blushed a bright pink himself. He was getting very nervous. He saw Henri's handsome French body with cuts also on his legs, arms, and one nice long slit on his chest.
"Ouch. You're a mess," James nearly whispered as he scanned over his entire body.
Henri looked down in shame. He felt so uncomfortable to be seen like this in front of James. Even though they were both in their 20s, he felt uneasy with the private areas of his body showing this visibly – and of what he had done to his body.
With a trembling hand and his head looking down at the floor, Henri put on his clothes... only his breeches (without the stockings). By the time he was about to put on his shirt he stopped. Suddenly he sat back down on his chair. He shook his head roughly letting his hair swing this way and that. James kneeled down in front of Henri and noticed he was sobbing.
"Sarah? Moses?!" he called out.
"Yes, James?" he heard Moses ask from outside the room.
"Is Henri dressed yet?" Sarah's voice came.
James looked back over at Henri. "Well enough... just get in here please!" he yelled out frantically.
Sarah walked in followed by Moses. "Oh my," She also kneeled down in front of Henri. "What is wrong?"
"Maybe we need a doctor. I mean look at him!" James exclaimed.
Henri bit his bottom lip. This was too much for him.
"He's in great pain in more ways than we know and he's crying his heart out!" James continued dramatically.
"This is ripping me apart! I can't stand to see you like this Henri!" Sarah cried out also getting her emotions caught up.
Henri's crying started to lessen. He was just gasping in short breaths trying to calm himself down.
"That's it. Just calm down Henri," said Moses. Worry was in his eyes.
"Excusez-moi," Henri managed to say as his breaths came in longer now, as if apologizing for crying. He pressed a hand against his chest (being careful to avoid the one cut there) which was heaving from his crying and nervous breathing. Sarah looked to be nearly in tears herself. Henri looked so miserable and torn apart both inside and out. He was so depressed.
"I would hug you Henri, but I'm afraid I may hurt you more," she said quietly, expressing her thoughts.
Henri nodded understandingly. He felt terrible. He had been hurt, ashamed, and embarrassed to no end in just that one day. And it was only afternoon at the time. He felt so lost in his emotions...