He was lying in the bathroom on the linoleum floor, and the blood...

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He was lying in the bathroom on the linoleum floor, and the blood was making small dark circles that spread like ink on newspaper. Rose kicked the door shut with her heel and crouched beside him, hand

"You're bleeding," she said. It was a stupid thing to say. Of course he was bleeding. He opened his eyes. They were brown—no, dark green, the colour of old beer bottles. He looked at her the way a wounded animal looks at something that might be food or might be death: with total, unfiltered assessment. "Don't call an ambulance," he said. His voice was rough but not panicked. Calculated....

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