5 June 2012
I close my eyes and gag from the taste of constant clots of my own blood. The police car is racing towards the man, but the man runs, as quick as lightning, to god knows where. I open one eye. Screech-fully the police car pulls up on the kerb which has lots of different pieces of smashed glass from unruly teens drinking. The cops chase after the man and throw him down to the floor, attaching cuffs to his bloody hands. One of the women police rushes over to me and examines my body. She dials nine nine nine whilst I am left in excruciating pain. Before I knew it the ambulance came parading down the narrow street and I am lifted and strapped cosily into...well I really don't know what the heck it is. The van takes me to the hospital.
Blood And Love. Ch.3 • Opuss № I