"Umm," I muttered, "Mick can we talk in private."
"Sure," Mick replied taking her hand which felt wet, and leading her into her room. He lifted his hand away from hers, and when he glimpsed at it he saw fresh blood. "Ambs why is there blood everywhere?"
I hid my wrists behind my back, and stayed awkwardly silent. I guess putting my wrists behind me gave it away because Mick reached behind me, and pulled my wrist forward. He looked at it, and I looked up at him in shame.
"Why?" he asked me. A few tears running down his face.
"It's just all wrong Mick. Everything is all wrong. I thought that when I got back, it would all be perfect, that Alfie would wait, but he hasn't. No one has," I cried, "They all forgot about me."
"But that doesn't mean that you punish yourself, now come on I'll clean you up," Mick comforted me. He lead me into the bathroom this time way more discretely.
He pulled some gauze out of the medicine cabinet, and gripped my wrist. I winced at the pain. Then he began wiping the blood away to reveal the four fresh deep cuts. He wrapped a new piece of gauze around them and sealed it with medical tape.
Mick knew. That was all I could think. We went our separate ways and I'll I could do was hope that he didn't tell my secret.