He had been bleeding for a number of days now and it was beginning to worry him. What troubled him was that he couldn’t pin point it’s source, just a thin puddle everywhere he went, usually left at the bottom of whatever seat he was sitting in, or around the soles of his feet. No one else seem to mind, occasionally someone would point out to him that he was bleeding, and embarrassingly, he’d nod his head and mutter, ‘I know, i’m sorry..’