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| − | I hit the galley dripping from my nose and knuckles, my clothes a red mess. I flexed my fingers, touched my nose. | + | I hit the galley dripping from my nose and knuckles, my clothes a red mess. I flexed my fingers, touched my nose. Nothing broken. Swelling though … From experience I knew that I would heal up fast but I had to get the swelling down. I dumped a load of ice into a large mixing bowl and set it in the sink to fill with water from the tap. Blood swirled scarlet down the drain while I waited, falling from my chin and hands. I didn't bother wiping it up. When the bowl was full, I cut off the tap and thrust my hands under the ice and braced myself for the pain.<br><br> |
Which was considerable. Dear God, I saw stars. I locked my knees and leaned against the sink and kept my hands right where they were until they were numb. Penance for the fight, perhaps, but needful. I did the same with my nose next, using a dishcloth as a make-shift ice bag. <br><br> | Which was considerable. Dear God, I saw stars. I locked my knees and leaned against the sink and kept my hands right where they were until they were numb. Penance for the fight, perhaps, but needful. I did the same with my nose next, using a dishcloth as a make-shift ice bag. <br><br> | ||
