Caspian POV :)

Soap and water, wash and scrub, Get those germs off rub-a-dub, Twinkle, twinkle little star, Look how clean my two hands are.

My hands are cold. It's in direct contrast to the redness of the blood on my skin.

Soap and water...

I stride into the bathroom of the school. It's not ideal, and I kick the door shut, glad that everyone has gone home for the day and the only people left are the janitors that--I checked--are on the opposite side of the school.

Wash and scrub...

The sinks don't stay on long enough. There's blood up to my elbows.

Get those germs off, Rub-a-dub.

I hum softly, expression impassive as I glance up at myself in the mirror I study my face in the mirror, watching the way the light glints in my dark hair. My short dark hair. I miss the length, but it's worth it every time her eyes skate over me, the way she compliments the haircut. She doesn't even know the effect she has on me, the way I'd do anything for her, kill for her...

The sink shuts off again.

Twinkle, twinkle little star. 

I look down.

Look how clean my two hands are.

I turn the sink back on again.

Soap and water. Wash and scrub.

Get Will's blood off, Rub-a-dub.