Nov 17, 2022
The world spun dangerously in and out of focus as he sank into the dewy grass. He stared dumbly at his arm as blood dripped down his arm, spattering his running shoes and the grass around him. His mind ran around in circles as the girl called the emergency room and sat down beside him. “I’m…. James. James Trotter,” he stammered out. “I’m twenty nine. I’m from England but I’ve lived here since I was eighteen.” He swallowed. “I- I’m gonna faint….”He stammered out weakly before falling straight back, eyes rolling into his head.
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