11 An Ominous Angel's Trumpet

"I wish I knew how to quit you."

- BrokeBack Mountain by Annie Proulx

"It's strange, isn't it Blaine? I can never understand if my hair is silver or white. Gosh!"

I didn't know my nose had bled too much and that I was losing my consciousness. All I could focus on was that memory before I collapsed.

When I slowly opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the white ceiling and when I looked to my side, I saw Elwyn talking to Mrs. Daskalov. She had a concerned look on her face and when she turned to me, her furrowed eyebrows relaxed and she told Elwyn that I was awake.

"Who would've thought a nosebleed would make you pass out eh? How are you feeling now?"

He asked, placing his hand on my shoulder. I looked at my white shirt, now a little red with blood stains. This is going to take a lot of time to wash off. Too bad my pure white shirt is not pure white anymore.

"You better stop spacing out like that or I'll punch you in the nose again, real hard."