Ben sat down obediently, he looked down at his bandaged arm, the blood soaking through Mike’s grey T-shirt, and began to feel worried. What had he done to himself?
Mike returned, “Right, the ambulance will be here in five or ten minutes. I’m going to find Mr Allen and get you some clean clothes, okay?”
Ben nodded, looking down at his damp urine stained clothes in embarrassment. He was beginning to feel very dizzy now, and he wondered if Mike was right, what if he had lost too much blood?
“Ben? What’s happened?” Mr Allen sat down beside him.
“Nothing,” Ben said drowsily. He was beginning to feel dizzy and he didn’t want another interrogation.
“Let me see your arm,” Mr Allen took Ben’s arm, and removed the T-shirt to look at the cut. “Goodness gracious Ben, did you do this?” He tied the T-shirt back around Ben’s arm.