I guess I bled all over the front seat of Michael's Mercedes. I've offered to have the seat recovered, I'd pay of course. But Michael is very mad at me. He keeps storming in and out of my bedroom, slamming cups of tea and turning the air conditioner on and off. I have a white bandage wrapped around my head.
Blood stains show through it.
This is not attractive. The left side of my face has turned black and blue. I almost broke my nose. The doctors kept saying I was lucky. Michael did a good job of keeping me out of the psychiatric unit.