Short Story: Blood

At two till noon of October 4, Tom Jenson emerged from his bedroom wearing an oversized Chicago Bears t-shirt and a splat of blood on his cheek. “You’re bleeding,” his roommate informed upon his plopping on the couch. “I cut myself,” Tom said with a bit of forethought “Shaving?” the roommate asked. “Yeh, yeh.” “You have to throw away those damn disposable. You keep using and you cut yourself…” “You’re not my mother Ty,” Tom said. “I’d kill myself if I’d given birth to you, “Oh, no you’d be the proudest parent the world has ever seeen “Aren’t you going to wipe the blood off your face?” “Why?” “Because it’s blood.” “My own blood. What’s it going to do to me?” “So lazy.” “Well, I can’t go now,” Tom said gesturing at the television, upon which a kicker was shown adjusting a ball in a tee, “it’s kickoff.” “I think you’re fine …show more content…
In an instant, sudden pounding headache, brought him to his knees, he had always had headaches, migraines even, but never like this. A wet-haired, towel-garbed Ty would find Tom ten minutes later, slumped in a doorway whimpering. After four pills and a cup of water, a Tom still struggling to put words together through the pain managed to convince his roommate that the situation did not require a trip to the ER. After a few more minutes, he mustered the strength to stand. But as he walked across the room, he heard the shower running and he perked up his ears. He winced with a jolt of pain and turned to see himself slumped in the doorway. The other Tom looked back at him, eyes watery with tears of pain. Tom wanted to help him, but was too shocked to move. For a moment they simply stared at each other. Then the later Tom heard Ty call his name, closed his eyes, and escaped towards the