[Kenly]

Certain she was hearing something now, she looked at the tub. Gasping, she watched him rise from the pool of blood as if he were some mystical being. He was covered in the red liquid from head to toe, every inch of him. He was frightening, and beautiful, to behold. She was afraid to speak, worrying it was a dream or hallucination and that sound would shatter the precarious balance that had created it.