He pushed himself inside after struggling to unlock the door. Thankfully, he kept his keys in his back pocket. The blood made it hard to hold anything and he was feeling it now.
“Oh. What happened to you?” the voice asked. William rolled his eyes. “Got into a fight with a park bench, lost. Happens all the time,” he replied. “You’re going to bleed to death. Put me on. I can fix this.”
William looked at the cabinet. “Nothing wrong with a little death by blood loss, I’ll be fine. Or dead. What difference does it make?” he asked.
“All the difference, you lazy bum. Don’t give up, there has to be some of the old you left in there somewhere.” William wasn’t so sure. “No, all dead, all gone. Just like the rest of me will be soon. It’s fine,” he replied and almost sat down in the chair.
“Why ar
