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“What the fuck is this?” his face shifted to disgust.
“What?” I asked. I took my hand and placed it in the wound.
“I mean like, why does your blood taste so horrible?” He demanded as he moved his hands away from his mouth, to showcase mouth covered in blood.
“Oh, I have anemia.” I responded.
“Can you take something for that? You should probably take something for that. This shit is nasty to drink, let alone have running through your body.” He took out his phone and started texting. “I’m setting up a doctor’s appointment for you.”