Stab Bleed 35 — Jk Navel

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

I didn’t call for help. I didn’t panic. I turned, walked through the service corridor, and found the paramedic, a bored-looking man named Steve. “Navel stab,” I said, lifting my shirt. “Bleed 35.” JK Navel Stab Bleed 35

His mom squinted at my bloody tunic. “Probably just method acting, honey.” I smiled, clutching my belly

Outside, a kid pointed at the ambulance. “Mom, is that cosplayer okay?” walked through the service corridor