The small drops of blood made a Pollock like painting against the white porcelain of the bathroom sink. Studying the bruise in it's early stages of purple black on her cheek Sally winced and reached for the medicine. There had been a time when a simple mundra would have healed the fractured cheek and the bruise, where she would have had enough mind
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