Okay, look:
Nosebleeds are rarely an artistic little trickle so aesthetic the bleedee has no idea it's there, and must have it pointed out in gentle horror, "[Your Name Here], you're bleeding."
No, they're more like a cold/warm loose tickle, and suddenly you're turning away from the counter full of customers to staunch the flow of your life'sblood from your nostrils.
I hate Mondays.
No, they're more like a cold/warm loose tickle, and suddenly you're turning away from the counter full of customers to staunch the flow of your life'sblood from your nostrils.
I hate Mondays.