Crimson - a book about her life

[Lady Tuesday]

"Geeze, Cato! You pick the worst times to get drunk. Aren't we in a hospital?" So that's where we were! Wait, who said that? It wasn't me. Then I looked across the room and saw him. My best guy-friend, Damien. He always had the guts to say and do what I never did. "Crimson, you look terrible! How did you get that Giant gash on your arm?" He had concern written all over his face and voice. God, he was the greatest. But then I remembered, I'm going to have to look at it sometime, might as well be sooner rather than later.

I turned my head slowly with great caution, trying to avoid further pain. Damien was right, the gash was terrible, but I was no where near prepared for what happened next. As I was looking at my arm, something slammed into the back of my head hard, and I fainted. Again, really?