Short Story #1-- Rainy Night Part 2

Cynthia tried to move, but it hurt. She realized she probably got some deep bruises on the way too. Cynthia sat up shakily and took a deep breath. A small pool of blood lay where she once lay only moments ago. The sticky liquid was spreading and Cynthia felt woozy. She now wished she had turned on the light, maybe all of this could be avoided and she could go to work, but not anymore. She would have to go to the hospital and maybe get stitches. Cynthia managed to stand, but it took effort. All most too much effort. Cynthia groaned in pain and wobbly set off hobbling down the hallway with nothing of a bit of grace. She felt one doorway, her coat closet. Then a second, the bathroom. Cynthia barreled in almost hyperventilating now. She hurt all over and the blood was almost becoming too much. She grasped the sink, grateful to have something of a support and  stuck her right hand out blindly for the light switch. She fumbled around for only a minute, then light flooded all around her. She gave a cry of relief and turned to face the mirror. This is where the serious problems come in, Cynthia thought. She braced herself and peered at herself. "Oh My GOD!" Cynthia cried. Her wound was coming together right before her eyes. The blood was still dripping, yes, but the skin was mending itself together right before her eyes. Cynthia could just not believe it. She put a tissue to her bleeding gash and ran out in the hallway in search of her cellphone. She passed the spot where she had fallen, and blood stained the hardwood. This is NOT the time to be a worry wart, thought Cynthia. You can clean that up later, now call Ray and Melanie! She decided to call Melanie first. Friends first, as they used to say in high school. In her dark room she quickly felt around for the switch, and the light zoomed in every corner of the room. My perfectly clean room, without a speck of dirt was going to become a lot messier, Cynthia thought. She started throwing everything everywhere in search of the missing cellphone. After a few seconds, ( with the bed and comforter sprawled across the floor and clothes becoming her new carpet,) Cynthia found the cell in her sweatshirt she had worn the other day. All she had to do was press the four and hit call, because Melanie was on speed dial. She knew she was on her's too. Melanie answered on the first ring, of course her best friend was a night owl, and for once she was glad of it. "Sup, Cynth? I thought you would be sleeping like a baby by this time of the night." Melanie crooned. Cynthia heard the reality TV show in the back round and Melanie slurp her Coke noisily. If you put Melanie on a desert island with an unlimited supply of coke, she would survive for years. "Ya, well today, I should say night, I am under special circumstances.... there's been a accident..." Cynthia trailed off. She didn't know how to put this, and even if she did, Melanie might think this was some kind of joke. " Cynth, you're interrupting The Middle, if you don't want to talk about it now, you can come over, if you'd rather...." Melanie said. Cynthia's mind spun. She didn't know what to do. Should she stay and just forget it ever happened, clean up the blood and her room and call it a sleepless night? Or should she go to Melanie's and spill it? " Melanie, I think I will come over if that is OK, but, just promise me you'll believe me, because you know I'd never lie." I heard the TV switch off and crackle of a tin can. Melanie sighed, and said in a very sincere voice, " Cynthia I would never call you a liar, I hope you would know that by now. The front door is unlocked, and I'll be expecting you any minute." Cynthia was surprised at the tone of her voice. Melanie was usually the carefree type who sometimes had trouble keeping a serious attitude sincere. Shocked, Cynthia straightened myself and whispered, " Thanks, Mel. You're the best. Have a coke ready for me, eh?" Cynthia said the last part with a laugh. Melanie chuckled, " You sure I'd have enough?" " I hope so you coca-cola hoarder! See you in a few." With that Cynthia hung up. Cynthia, now pleased with the sudden change of mood with the pleasure of talking to Melanie, Went to her room to take off her robe and grabbed the first pair of jeans she saw, grabbed a hoodie, her purse and had to sift through it to find the car keys, and flew out the door not even bothering to lock it. All the while thinking why the heck her 21 year old body could mend itself, after all the gash had completely stopped bleeding by now.