“Did you call the police?” I asked. My side was really starting to hurt.
“I have to call an ambulance!” she yelled. Anne was really sliding into hysteria now, with tears washing all over her face and her eyes scrunched up.
“An ambulance can wait. Call the—”
“You’re bleeding!”
As soon as she said it, I tasted copper in my mouth. My fingers touched the corner of my lips and came away red. Dammit, I was bleeding. My teeth felt secure, though—it was probably a cut on the inside of my mouth. I wouldn’t be able to drink my coffee hot for a few days.
Then I felt the trickle on my forehead and reached up to feel wetness. My fingertips were covered in a decent amount of blood.
“Don’t worry,” I said. My words began to slur and I had to concentrate to keep using the right accent. Now would be a very bad time to start sounding like someone from Broken Arrow, Oklahoma. “Head wounds always bleed the worst.”
“Not that,” she screamed, and then she pointed to my ribs. “There.”
A large red spot had bloomed on the gray fabric of my sweater.
I licked my lips. “Stevie’s going to murder me if I ruin my clothes.”
Then I stopped talking.
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