Author's notes: Here we are the final stetch, hope you can keep going. I've based this drabble on the verse below. It could have been written by someone called Shak but my source is not clear.
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red.
Lisbon wakes up to an empty space beside her. She goes quickly to the bathroom. Jane's standing over the sink, steam billowing around him. Her eyes go to his hands, they're a deep red from the hot water, he's unaware. She reaches around him and switches off the faucet, grabs a towel and dries his hands and leads him to the kitchen. She takes wrapped ice and gives him to hold. She looks up at his tear-stained face and kisses him. He rests on her shoulder.
"They're all dead because of me."
It's been this way since they married.