I lay naked in the water and my blood flowed into it.
He watched me, he saw how the flow diluted to pink and faded away.
He had wounded me and now he watched me, almost with affection, he bent his head to my ear.
I saw now the torn edges of my skin raised, white and bloodless and stinging in the hot water.
I smiled, remembering, as he purred into my ear. Cats look so comical when they have fallen into the bath, his claws scrambling to get out before he huffily stalked away; not quite able to summon the habitual air of "I meant to do that."
