He wrenched himself into a sitting position, unmindful of the fresh surge of hangover pain, still staring at the bloodstains. He turned his hand over, examined it on all sides; there was no cut or abrasion of any kind. Then he saw that the bedclothes had fallen away. And then he saw his exposed upper torso.
There was blood smeared on the sheets.
Blood smeared on his chest, his stomach.
Blood smeared over his right hand.
and his hands were suddenly wet and sticky
and somebody was screaming
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