I expected some sort of whimper of pain, a cry for help to escape her bleeding lips. But instead, she was silent. Her eyes darted around, slightly frantic, searching for something to latch themselves onto. And she looked so terrified that for a moment, I was not sure she could see anything. Perhaps whatever caused the bleeding gash on her temple disturbed her vision as well. But then, she looked into my eyes. And I could feel her staring into me, as though she was attempting to read my thoughts. To see my soul.