A refund due to blood loss?

“I don’t understand what’s happening.” His voice was thick, overfilled with pain and confusion. Room for rational thought had been squeezed to nothing some time ago.

“Well. Honestly? I think you’re bleeding out.” Was the too-blunt reply.

“But…why?”

“It probably has something to do with the giant gash in your head.”

“But…”

“I think I can see your brain.”

“But?”

“I mean, I am trying to put pressure on it, but it’s not like I can tourniquet that shit.”

“I don’t…”

I’ve got very little first aid training. Everybody else is kinda dealing with their own issues.”

“What…?”

“It’s totally fucked up. I”m doing what I can.”

“I just came here for groceries…”

“I know. We all did.”

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