Jk Navel Stab Bleed 35 -

Steve’s eyes widened. He looked at his clipboard, where a ticker read: Minor Incidents: 34 . He drew a shaky line. “You’re the one,” he whispered.

I looked at the blood. It was a lot. A shocking, poetic amount. It seeped through the fabric, tracing a line down my abs. I remembered the thirty-four others. Tripped on wires. Elbowed in the ribs. One poor soul felled by a falling foam axe. All minor. All embarrassing. All bleeding . JK Navel Stab Bleed 35

I was different. I was Bleed 35.

Outside, a kid pointed at the ambulance. “Mom, is that cosplayer okay?” Steve’s eyes widened