What a Bleeding Mess!

What a Bleeding Mess!

One Friday, I’d arranged to go grocery shopping with my brother and pick up my prescription after class. My class was in the Smith building and on the third floor so I tried to hurry and get out of there before the swarm came. As I was hurrying I tripped over myself and fell so fast I didn’t have any time to catch myself. I fell flat on my face. On that very, hard, unforgiving tile. The first thing I noticed was an intense pain in the center of my face. Next, I noticed the flower of blood forming on the floor. Finally, I noticed my audience; five very attractive men.

Despite my knowledge of those men watching, I started to cry because I was in pain. Then I cried harder because I was embarrassed to be crying like a baby in front of all those guys. They were really kind and sweet though. They ran to the bathroom to get paper towels and helped me mop up my blood. I was leaning forward so I wouldn’t get any blood on my clothes and it was still gushing from my nose like a fire hydrant. Blood was also coming from the bridge of my nose where my glasses cut me when they snapped in half. I hadn’t noticed that happened until I started to get up and one guy handed me half of my specs. The other half had flown into the office of a professor who had his door open.

After all the blood got cleaned up (the tile made that much simpler), the guys supplied me with some paper towels to catch the blood still dripping from my nose. I thanked them sheepishly between some sniffles. One of the guys requested to walk me home because: one, I couldn’t see with my glassed busted up and two, he didn’t want me to fall again and hurt myself more. The chivalrous guy he is, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He tried to talk to me and I tried to stop crying and engage in a real conversation with him.

When we got to my apartment building he said goodbye and let me walk up the stairs by myself. Once I got in the door I went to the bathroom to start washing off my face. My roommate heard the door shut and the water running so she walked into the bathroom and saw all the bloodied paper towels and the now red sink. With wide eyes she asked what happened and when she started gagging I summed up what happened to me; I fell, guys mopped up my blood, and one guy walked me home. She went back to her room after giving me a quick hug.

While all this was happening my brother had been calling me like crazy wondering where I was. However, since my phone was on silent it was kind of fruitless. When I did finally look at my phone, I saw that I had seven missed calls. I heard a knock so I went and answered the door and it’s my brother. Seeing my swollen nose and the remnants of blood he just takes me in his arms while I cry a little more. My roommate comes out and asks “Is this the guy who walked you home?” Noble and I start laughing as I explain that he’s my brother and then tell him all that transpired in the last 20 minutes. I never saw any of those guys again and I’m kind of glad. My face would turn as red as the blood that covered it the last time we encountered each other.