When people complain about seeing stars, I never believed. Not until I saw mine. There was this low but yet pitch noise coming directly from my brain. It was as if a siren was blown inside my head.
Damn! That hurts like s**t.
Quickly staggering around to maintain my balance, I held my forehead. Great! I wasn't bleeding even when it seems as if I would bleed to death.
Looking at my palm while I frequently touch my head, I wanted to make sure I was not bleeding even though I could taste blood.
Whose blood is this if I am not bleeding? Oh, yea! I broke my lips. Perfect.
Looking up to see a mean and scared Rex, I licked the blood off my lips. The blood taste different, totally different and I had to spit on my palm on the blood and smell it.
"You don't fvcking have to bite your mate!" R
