You're at your friends house. You've just had a delicious dinner with her and her family. They set you up in the guest room. The bed has a lovely duvet. It's beautiful rose pink, and the sheets and the pillows match. The room is so clean and pretty, like a princesses room. You wonder if this used to be your friends sisters room that they just call the guest room. You put your stuff organized and folded on the chair. Even though you're alone, you don't want disrupt the nice placement of everything in the room. You climb into bed and feel comfy and exhausted. You fall asleep quickly. You slowly blink your eyes open. It's still dark in the room, but you feel like it's morning. You lay in bed, feeling the warmth of the blanket...suddenly it feels a little wet where you're laying. You pull the cover back. FUCK. Blood. A pool of blood. The sheets are ruined! Panic strikes. How are you going to be able to fix this?! You're riddled with guilt.