Sharing Fluids

Today's my day off. I have to study for this last exam but also had planned to go buy a few things one of them being a case for my computer. So I figured taking the dogs along'd be an efficient way to run my errands and to walk them all at once. I went to this place far from home cause I knew they thought they'd have it. They didn't. Then remembered another place further carries it. Finally arrived, I realised they would not allow two dogs in their « how so fancy » store but luckely the store has a double entrance so I can leave them inside the first. So I grabbed the two dogs on each end. The fat one's not easily grabbable, he's jerky. I try to open the door with one finger and give a powerful swing to open the metallic door fast on which I BANG my TOE. It's the kind of pain that makes you want to kill someone, that is, if they'd be someone around. Well, I'm on a mission I need a computer case so I focus, scream inside, look at my toe and think : shit there's blood !, tie the dogs and walk in. There's a lot of cases… I cannot figure which one I should select. The dogs are fussy in the front. I am afraid to look at my foot cause I can feel myself walking on some fluid of mine. I look around, I need help… Too many sales people just procrastinating… I try to initiate some eye contact with them to tell them I need a f… case NOW… Nobody picks up on it. I look at my white flip flop and it's litterally red. I feel like fainting… NO, I walked all the way I need a case NOW… The dogs are agitated, I yell : « Can someone help me ? » Everybody gives me a mean look, this guy comes. I tell him I'm in a hurry I need a case for my comupter now, the cheap kind, anything… He ask me specifics about my computer… I tell him Mac 12 inch, he goes on a speech tengant on how macs and PCs fit the case differently… I interrupt him, tell him I don't care, to just find me something suitable NOW. He starts looking at the fancy one and flips the tag of each of them, starts commenting on how 13 inch's ok as well, my feet's glued to my flip flop cause of the blood viscosity. The dogs are vulnerable in the front :any nasty passenger might take them away…Some blood smell comes up my naustril. I yell again : « do you have kleenexes ? ». He stops his sales pitch. I cannot talk any longer so direct his attention onto my now red flip flop. His face's now paler, he goes to the box tissus and gives me 2 kleenexes. I bark : are you serious? rip the box off his hand, tear up douzains of tissues, leave the place limping and aimless. I cannot cover it up anymore, I'm not well… I grab the dogs…The sales guy comes out and tells me there's a clinic not so far. I walk towards it, the blood starts to spill on the floor, true, I can't go to a clinic with 2 dogs. I have to stop. I seat on some stairs, look for the first time at my foot, cannot tell where from it is that I'm bleeding, see pieces of bloats on the shoe. I need help… I struggle with the dogs, they relentlessly want to lick the shoe, my foot, this homeless dude aware of my condition come on to me for a light I give him a harsh no. I tells me I don't need to be so susceptible and that I should chill. I scream at him. He gets pissed off and starts spitting on his own hand. (I cannot believe my eyes, what is the guy up to now ? mixing his spit with my blood ?) I feel vulnerable, I scream to leave me the fuck alone… This street is filled with fithly people. Am I dead already or what ? I start crying, I'm in pain, I don't know how to stop the blood, the dogs, the homeless…the drug addicts…the whores… I need help… One of the dudes comes up to me, I'm not sure I have enough gusto left to punch him… I'm more in the what now kind of mood… He says, come in, I don't resist. I get in some strange building. He installs me in a puffy chair, ties the dogs and here comes this girl with a first aid case… She « glovelessly » cleans my foot and says nice things… I start laughing saying that for a nursing student I'm a bit of a pussy. Her face lights up as she tells me she's always dreamt to be a nurse. I cannot help but think that she'd do a much better job that I certainly would and want to tell her that THIS is her calling… This guy takes my shoe to go clean it and I stop him. It's blood covered, I mean I don't have any desease but still… at school we're brainwashed : our motto is : let's not share fluids ok ? That's when I ask where we are. A shelter she says… I stayed there for a while, wanted to leave cause tired to answer questions or hear comments such as : happened to one of my friend... You're shoe's ruined... or not, once home, clean it with bleach... you're from Europe ? that's a lot of blood you have on your shoe… Thankful I ran out from the place asap and was glad to have found a cab that'd accept 2 dogs. Waiting for the taxi the savior that got me into the shelter screams at the old whore that he would fuck her so well that she'd look 10 yrs yonger. He then winks at me thinking he's showed off his skills as a lover… The cab needs to come NOW… I'm home on my bed, I haven't clean my wound, I haven't look at it. I'm not moving. My heart is in my toe.