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“You’re bleeding,” I said, pointing at a dark drip from her nostril.
The night the fire department pulled two rabbit hunters out of a ravine, no one in Devil’s Kettle talked about the smell on their breath. The hunters said they’d been chasing a buck, lost their footing, and blacked out. But the nurses noted the way their chests caved in—like something had sat on them and gotten bored. Jennifer--s Body -2009-
I knelt beside the pool and held her hand as the water turned clear again. Her face softened back to the girl I knew. Then it went slack. “You’re bleeding,” I said, pointing at a dark