It felt like I was about to crush my teeth against one another, the pain caused from clenching my jaw in the manner that I was being nowhere near enough to block out the pain from my ankle. I was busy sitting in my bathtub, a collecting of antiseptics and gauze scattered around me as if I was the victim to a gang shooting, or a hired hand, and now I needed to clean myself up. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought that I was in a movie—but movie characters didn’t get bitten by dogs as their c****x point. And if they did, then they were side characters.
I looked down at the wound, at my foot, that I was busy keeping underneath the running tap, the hot water feeling like it was about to tear a piece of my flesh off at any minute now. But strangely enough, the prospect of the fle
