"What have you done Xavier? Let me see," Isabella was running behind him as he strode towards the car, little blood drops falling off on the floor form his hanging hand. He didn't reply to her as he moved around the car to reach the door of the driver's side.
"I said stop, what are you trying to do?" She grasped his forearm form behind and turned him around herself forcefully.
She held his hand which was still in a fist and pulled his fingers open. She let out a gasp as his palm showed a piece of glass stuck inside it. The skin around the wound was turning purplish.
"Oh God," She was reluctant to touch the vitreous which seemed to be pierced deep and looked horribly painful. Her hands shivered a bit as she tried to pull it off his skin. The sight was giving her anxiety.