That time of the month and chaos

It was a busy Monday, my project for the day was to draw a sea food themed mural in a local deli.
I worked on it for 9 hours straight and was about to head out of the place. I loaded all my paint brushes in a plastic bag and walked out of the deli with half of my shoes fit to my feet.

Just like every night, I didn't know where I was gonna crash that night. I had less than 1000 bucks (in Indian Rupees) and I knew if I had to find some hostel it would cost me more than 3-4 dollars.

I was hungry. My stomach growled with hunger pangs. I wanted to eat. My eyes were exhausted by painting all day. My fingers were all stained with paint. I saw a Starbucks closer to me. I thought of going there but stopped knowing how expensive that place which serves shitty coffee was.

I took the stairs which headed to a falafel vendor under the bridge.
I felt wet down there. Wait did I just see anybody hot? No, this was different wet.
I realized it was that time of the month again and started counting days as Blood Santa was two days early this month.

I wanted to check if my pants were stained but the nearby public toilet smelled really bad.
I took my sweater out of my bag and tied it around my waist.
Went to falafel guy, had good food. The falafel tasted like paints as my hands were stained by paint just like my pants which was stained by blood.

I wanted to buy tampons. I headed to a nearest supermarket. Picked the cheapest tampons and headed to the counter.
There was a couple who were before me in the counter buying Trojan condoms. Somebody was gonna get some that night. The guy looked cute, the girl was ok, she was trying too hard to push her breasts out of her top.
I wish I wasn't single at that moment.

I walked out of the store and called one of my friends to see if I can crash at his place tonight.
He said "Ok but get food!"
I got some more falafels and headed to the subway station.
It was a crowded train, A man in his mid 40s tried to feel my crotch up. He realized I was bleeding. He felt gross. He cringed.

Now whose hands were actually stained?