Jk Navel Stab Bleed 35 -

The pain was a supernova.

But they had stopped. Thirty-four little medical tents. Thirty-four band-aids. Thirty-four apologies.

I smiled, clutching my belly. Bleed 35. The most memorable nobody at the con. JK Navel Stab Bleed 35

“Just a quick adjustment,” I whispered, fiddling with the clasp. The crowd for the main stage was surging. A Gundam knocked into a Pikachu, who stumbled into me.

“Medic,” I said calmly. No one heard. The crowd roared as a famous voice actor took the stage. The pain was a supernova

“The one the safety pin missed,” I replied.

Steve’s eyes widened. He looked at his clipboard, where a ticker read: Minor Incidents: 34 . He drew a shaky line. “You’re the one,” he whispered. Thirty-four band-aids

The star-compass, designed to sit flat, had been driven inward by the impact. I looked down. A perfect circle of red was blooming on my white tunic, right over my belly button. A navel stab.