Let's first try finding proper masks
Let's first try finding proper masks to cover our wound. "I'll go and get some." "No, no, no," I said. "I'll go." "You'll be fine," he said. "I'll be right back." I was still sitting on the bed, and I looked around for something to use as a bandage. I found a small towel on the floor, and I wrapped it around my hand. I stood up and moved into the bathroom, trying to keep my arm tucked up by my side. I went to the sink and splashed cold water on my face. When I came out of the bathroom, Jack was leaning against the wall in the hallway, smoking a cigarette. "Sorry about that," he said. "I was just waiting for you to get back. What happened?" "I hurt myself," I said. "Oh," he said. "I'm sorry." "It's nothing," I said. "I'm fine." He shrugged. "You sure?" I nodded. "I'll be fine." "I'm going to go see if I can find you some bandages, just in case." He turned and left the room. I leaned up against the wall and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a drowned rat. My hair was flat against my head, and there were beads of water on my face. My jeans were wet and my T-shirt was plastered to my chest. I reached over and grabbed my shirt. I pulled it over my head and looked at my wound. It was oozing blood again.