My arm was bleeding. There was blood all over the car seat. I looked down at my arm, the sleeve of my dress was stained red. There was no visible cut or tear on my dress so I couldn’t see how serious the injury was. I didn't even know how or when it happened.
Must have been when I fell and rolled down the roof.
“Ms. Williams, seize that immediately! Stop leaking or I’m going to charge you for damages.” His eyes met mine in my mirror.
What the…
Was this guy serious? I was hurt and all he could think about was his stupid car.
“You say that like I can control the bleeding. I can’t! okay.”
I covered the spot where the bleeding seemed to be coming from with my other hand.
He kept looking at me through the rear-view mirror. Any other person might have been convinced that for concern for
