![]() ![]() Blood filled his mouth as if it were some kind of cup. His mouth fell open, and a stream of blood escaped his purplish lips, running down the side of his face. Where was all this blood coming from? His thick dark hair was slick with the warm liquid but she couldn’t find a source. The woman dropped to her knees and slid her hands behind her husband’s head searching for a cut. Their tiny poodle had followed her and now stood outside the bathroom door barking. Her husband of 16 years was having a seizure. ![]() ![]() There was blood all over his face and on the floor around his head. Her 43-year-old husband was lying on the floor, his eyes just a sliver of brown iris, above bloodshot white. “Willie?” she repeated, moving to the bathroom door. “Willie?” the middle-aged woman called out to her husband, who moments earlier disappeared into the bathroom for his daily prework shower. The early-morning quiet was interrupted by the sound of a large object falling. ![]()
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