He pulls the prick out his side and lets the red pour out for a time. He does this with the belief that it will bring health. During, his skin creeps into a shade of stark white, and through stiff teeth he whispers, "all things repair in time; this is a fix that fixes itself". He holds still. The red is all over his body.
He draws a bath.
Pale skin becomes pink at the tips. Tired, sad, half-slits stare at the ceiling in silence, while a soft defeat falls out his mouth, over his lips, and down his chin, before disappearing into an inaudible nothing.
The water is warm.
"An animal is an animal is an animal is an animal, and we all have things that make us hurt,".
He feels clean for the first time in years.
A man with a new sense of purpose.