"Clyde, you've been fucking stabbed!" she screamed,
trying to stop the bleeding with her white tank top
as she sat on the cool ground in nothing but a finding nemo bra and maroon sweatpants.

"it's just a little cut-"
apparently when i fell,
a branch hit my cut, deepening it.
it started to turn into more of a wound, blood everywhere.

"a little cut?" and with that she slapped my chest harshly,
"this isn't a boo boo that you can just put a giant ass bandaid over,
you're bleeding more than a teenage girl hovering over a fountain on her period, you macho man piece of shit!
give me your cell phone."

"macho man piece of shit? you almost sound like you care,"
i mocked, smirking a little as i tried to focus on
anything other than the smell of blood.

"shut the hell up before you fucking die!"
she was shaking as she pressed down on the wound,
trying to stop the bleeding.

"i'm fine, Bonnie.
it's only a cut
not like he hit an artery,"
but it was getting harder to breathe now.

glaring at me, she pat me down,
she seemed to be searching for something and when her hand slipped into the pocket of my worn and tattered jeans,
sliding over an area that I'd be squirming about if it weren't covered by calvin klein,
i'd realized she was searching for my phone.

she didn't even seem fazed that she'd touched my sacred region
as she pulled it out.

no, not that it.
my cell phone.

"you're insane Clyde Fields,"
she muttered as her fingers
typed in the number.

maybe she cared.