Apologetic, I glanced back to ensure Isaac wasn't following before muttering an apology and hurrying away.
"Crazy," I thought, my heart pounding. My panicked retreat led to several collisions as I rushed back.
The bleeding neck, burning and stinging, fueled my anxiety and nausea.
Reaching the staff room, I locked myself in the restroom, cranked the faucet, and splashed cold water on my face.
The icy shock calmed me somewhat. Catching my breath, I examined the wound in the mirror.
A fresh ring of bite marks, crimson but not bleeding, overlapped the old scar. Damn it. It wouldn't disappear for a couple of days at least. What the hell was wrong with him? That wound should have been in his head, not his stomach, the bastard!
I scrubbed at the area with damp paper towels, finally stopping
