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“Go ahead.” He took pictures of my face from different angles. And then checked my face. He clicked a button and then started talking. “Patient has a broken cheek. Possible broken occipital bone, both eyes have broken blood vessels. Nose is broken, in what looks to be three spots.” He hissed as he checked my lip. “Split lip.” He pulled away. “Is there anything else?” I nodded. I nodded to my side. “I’d love to help, but I have a rib sticking through my side.”

“Did they get turned into vampires, too?” I shook my head, and the horribly familiar burning in my dried-out tear ducts settled in my eyes, creeping up simultaneously in my throat, and clutching at the back of my nose. I squeezed my lids shut, willing them to flood forth, but – as always – no tears came.

His heavy knee pad caught the top of my shoulder pad just as I collided with the rigid wooden base of the goal post. Crack. A spike of agony exploded behind my eyes. The force of the impact drove my humerus bone back, tearing it clean out of the socket. My teeth bit completely through my lip, the taste of blood filling my mouth instantly. I could not breathe; the pain was a physical weight crushing my chest.

Like a hiccup. All at once, at the crest of the hum, the glass beneath Agatha’s fingers broke into large sections like blades. Tears started falling down Agatha’s eyes in every wink. One shard slid by her finger and bled profusely, trickling down teardrops of blood every second which she quickly sucked on. No one else in the town heard that hum. ***

Dark streaks ran from the corners of her eyes, staining her cheeks. “Tears of blood.” I gasped out...

They were riddled in bruises. “She has a broken Orbit and her ribs are badly bruised.” Jordan said to Asher as he looked for something in his bag. “Orbit?” Asher asked, still watching Lyla. “Eye socket bone.” Jordan explained. “Everything should heal pretty quickly.” Jordan said, grabbing some bandage material.

I bit my tongue to stop myself from choking out a sob. Derrick slid the knife, slowly, across my cheek, just under my eye. It wasn't deep but deep enough to cut. I sucked in a sharp breath, wincing as my face began to sting. My tears were free-falling now, only making the new cut burn even more.

I have gone strong with every life I took and the terror I bring. I was in front of him now and as I went closer he could see that my face is drenched in blood. Tears of crimson are flowing out of my eyes, the gaping wound in my left wrist rotting while blood and pus are coming out of it. It was me he was seeing, the real me.

Three cracked ribs. Dara tells me this like she's reading from a list, which she is — her healer's notes, ink still wet, the specific shorthand she uses that I've learned to read upside down over two years of sitting in this chair. One dislocated shoulder — relocated now, which happened approximately thirty seconds ago and which I don't want to think about. A cut above my right eye, two inches, will need closing. Bruising across my left side that will be spectacular by morning.

A small crack started forming on the bottom of the green glass container that began to expand towards the top. I began to retreat my steps while looking at the container. The glass was cracking like someone was squeezing with their bare hands . The container couldn't take the pressure anymore. It exploded in front of my eyes into many pieces.A piece flew and cut through my right cheek. I turned my face and covered my wound with my hand. I yelped in pain a little. When I pulled my hand away from my wound. There was a red blood patch on my hand.Where the hell have I put myself into?