Comment Tester Ton Ami (Pt. 2)

He put his hand on the cutting board right when I brought down the knife. I tried to pull it back, but couldn’t. It’s a weird feeling to commit your body and mind to a sudden motion, and try to stop it in the middle of the act. First I saw the blood spray out, hitting the wall near us. Then I stared at his hand. He, much smarter than me, yelled to get something to cover the wound. I grabbed a rag, but he said, again with a clear mind, that it was filthy. We ran to the sink and put a clean towel over the gash, both of us applying as much pressure to it as we could.