Part Four - Discovery House - “100 feet? I could spit that far”
Four
The bleeding wouldn’t stop. The woman pressed her palms onto the wound to stop the flow of crimson. The bleeding still wouldn’t stop. She tore a strip of material from her underskirt and pressed it onto the gash, the bleeding still wouldn’t stop. She’d ignored all previous ‘helpful’ pieces of advice from the man with the erection. ‘Grip your nose and tilt your head back’, was one of them, ‘let it bleed, it will soon clot’, was another. The woman was now panicked and annoyed, panicked because the bleeding wouldn’t stop, and annoyed that the erect man thought he knew best. The erect man himself was getting annoyed because no matter how many pieces of advice he gave to the woman she ignored him, after all, with his experience of life, he knew best.
The woman fell to her knees, her hands pressed against the top of her head. The blood flowed down her face, neck and onto her clothes, she wept.
“Crying about it won’t help, young lady,” said the erect man with his hands on his hips, his mouth closed tightly so his lips were slightly puckered and a ‘you should have listened to me in the first place’ look on his smug expression.
Fighting back her tears, she spoke through the upset. “Please, if I want your help I will ask for it, now will you leave me alone, it doesn’t hurt that much.”
That was it. She had only just realised that it didn’t really hurt, in fact it didn’t hurt at all. She stopped crying and stood up. But the blood, she thought, she couldn’t afford to lose so much blood. She turned to the man with the protruding cricket stump who was still looking in horror at her, “what is happening to me?”
“Sorry, I don’t know,” said the man with the cricket stump.
“How can I stop the bleeding?”
“You can’t.”
"But if I can’t stop the bleeding I will bleed to death,”
Without any emotion in his voice the man just looked at her with his remaining eye and said, “Yes, you probably did.”
Read part five of 'Discovery House' here
