"Here," he breathes out, trying to point to his left side where the wound throbs and blood continues spilling onto the sidewalk. "And I think he knicked me in the back, to." He tries to point behind him, where he last felt the knife close to the first wound. The night seems to grow colder around him, as a chill settles into his bones and he struggles not to vomit.
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Date: 2014-10-19 02:38 am (UTC)