her shoulders.
‘ Your nose is bleeding,’ Jimmy announced.
‘ What?’ Samantha queried, immediately putting a hand to her face.
She touched her nose and then let out a scream as she saw her fingers were covered in bright, red blood. And then she felt it on her lips and in her mouth. The taste made her gag. Where was that closed up windpipe when she needed it?
‘ Here, sit down and use this. Pinch your nostrils together,’ Jimmy ordered, directing her quickly to the nearest bench.
Samantha took the material that was offered and began mopping up her face. She hated blood, particularly her own. It all stemmed from playschool when Daniel Murphy had played an over enthusiastic game of Doctors and Nurses with a pair of scissors, some fishing line and one of his Action Man’s military bandages. The cross stitch had to be removed at A&E.
‘ Pinch your nostrils together hard and keep it like that for ten minutes,’ Jimmy informed her, taking the material from her and holding her hand in place.
Samantha turned her head slightly to look at him and saw, to her horror, he was bare-chested. She couldn’t help but gasp out loud and her hand came away from her nose, letting more blood escape.
‘ What are you doing? You’ve got to keep holding it for ten minutes and make it stop or you’ll be going to the emergency room,’ Jimmy ordered her.
‘ Where’s your shirt?! You can’t sit here like that! This is a main street!’ Samantha exclaimed in horror.
‘ What did you think was mopping up your blood? Come on Sam, keep it pinched,’ Jimmy told her, again using his top to mop the blood from her face.
‘ Please, go and get another shirt. There are shops, just there,’ Samantha told him, pointing and again taking her hands away from her nose.
‘ Will you stop worrying about what I’m wearing and keep still?’ Jimmy spoke and he put his hands over hers and pinched her nose together tightly.
With her nostrils held together so tightly she could no longer speak. That meant there was nothing else to focus on but Jimmy’s torso. It was perfection. Not a hair in sight, well defined pecs and abdominal muscles. The combination was certainly an advertisement for ice skating as a form of exercise. And even better, there was no sign of a tattoo or nipple ring. It was the longest ten minutes of her life, sat next to a gorgeous man with no top on, in the middle of the high street , blood stains on her face, mute.
Finally Jimmy let go of her hands and allowed Samantha to stop pinching. He closely scrutinised her nose.
‘ I think it’s stopped. Just don’t touch it or sneeze or cough or anything - not for a while at least,’ Jimmy instructed.
‘ Well for how long? I mean you don’t always know when you’re going to need to cough or sneeze. What if it happens and I can’t stop it?’ Samantha queried, studying her bloodied fingers.
‘ I have a car. How close is the nearest hospital?’ Jimmy asked her, putting on a serious expression.
‘ I can’t go to a hospital, I can’t…’ Samantha began, feeling panicked once more.
‘ Will you relax? It was a joke. Jeez, is there anything you aren’t scared of?’ Jimmy queried.
‘ I’m not scared of hospitals, I just wouldn’t want to waste their time. I had a nose bleed that’s all. Thanks for your help and for your shirt, I can arrange to replace it and...’ Samantha began as she rose to her feet and tried not to look any more at Jimmy’s bare chest.
It was like a Greek Adonis meets the Chippendales.
‘ There won’t be any need for that. I never really liked it anyway - unwanted gift. OK, the nosebleed I get, you hit your face on the floor, but the panic attacks are becoming a real issue,’ Jimmy told her, his tone serious.
‘ How many more times? I don’t have panic attacks! I just fainted a bit, it was hot that’s all. I overheat when it’s hot, ask anyone. No air conditioning in the foyer, a design flaw but it’s an old building. I’ve got to
‘ Your nose is bleeding,’ Jimmy announced.
‘ What?’ Samantha queried, immediately putting a hand to her face.
She touched her nose and then let out a scream as she saw her fingers were covered in bright, red blood. And then she felt it on her lips and in her mouth. The taste made her gag. Where was that closed up windpipe when she needed it?
‘ Here, sit down and use this. Pinch your nostrils together,’ Jimmy ordered, directing her quickly to the nearest bench.
Samantha took the material that was offered and began mopping up her face. She hated blood, particularly her own. It all stemmed from playschool when Daniel Murphy had played an over enthusiastic game of Doctors and Nurses with a pair of scissors, some fishing line and one of his Action Man’s military bandages. The cross stitch had to be removed at A&E.
‘ Pinch your nostrils together hard and keep it like that for ten minutes,’ Jimmy informed her, taking the material from her and holding her hand in place.
Samantha turned her head slightly to look at him and saw, to her horror, he was bare-chested. She couldn’t help but gasp out loud and her hand came away from her nose, letting more blood escape.
‘ What are you doing? You’ve got to keep holding it for ten minutes and make it stop or you’ll be going to the emergency room,’ Jimmy ordered her.
‘ Where’s your shirt?! You can’t sit here like that! This is a main street!’ Samantha exclaimed in horror.
‘ What did you think was mopping up your blood? Come on Sam, keep it pinched,’ Jimmy told her, again using his top to mop the blood from her face.
‘ Please, go and get another shirt. There are shops, just there,’ Samantha told him, pointing and again taking her hands away from her nose.
‘ Will you stop worrying about what I’m wearing and keep still?’ Jimmy spoke and he put his hands over hers and pinched her nose together tightly.
With her nostrils held together so tightly she could no longer speak. That meant there was nothing else to focus on but Jimmy’s torso. It was perfection. Not a hair in sight, well defined pecs and abdominal muscles. The combination was certainly an advertisement for ice skating as a form of exercise. And even better, there was no sign of a tattoo or nipple ring. It was the longest ten minutes of her life, sat next to a gorgeous man with no top on, in the middle of the high street , blood stains on her face, mute.
Finally Jimmy let go of her hands and allowed Samantha to stop pinching. He closely scrutinised her nose.
‘ I think it’s stopped. Just don’t touch it or sneeze or cough or anything - not for a while at least,’ Jimmy instructed.
‘ Well for how long? I mean you don’t always know when you’re going to need to cough or sneeze. What if it happens and I can’t stop it?’ Samantha queried, studying her bloodied fingers.
‘ I have a car. How close is the nearest hospital?’ Jimmy asked her, putting on a serious expression.
‘ I can’t go to a hospital, I can’t…’ Samantha began, feeling panicked once more.
‘ Will you relax? It was a joke. Jeez, is there anything you aren’t scared of?’ Jimmy queried.
‘ I’m not scared of hospitals, I just wouldn’t want to waste their time. I had a nose bleed that’s all. Thanks for your help and for your shirt, I can arrange to replace it and...’ Samantha began as she rose to her feet and tried not to look any more at Jimmy’s bare chest.
It was like a Greek Adonis meets the Chippendales.
‘ There won’t be any need for that. I never really liked it anyway - unwanted gift. OK, the nosebleed I get, you hit your face on the floor, but the panic attacks are becoming a real issue,’ Jimmy told her, his tone serious.
‘ How many more times? I don’t have panic attacks! I just fainted a bit, it was hot that’s all. I overheat when it’s hot, ask anyone. No air conditioning in the foyer, a design flaw but it’s an old building. I’ve got to
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