Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

“Do you know you are bleeding, luv?” I thanked the shopkeeper through gritted teeth. Yes, I knew. It had been going on a while. I wasn’t exactly having the best of mornings, being in the clutches of the health system and still no wiser, even after the importunate vampire attack on my veins.

Picture the scene… I was a tad preoccupied, wondering at what point I would be issued a biohazard T-shirt… and when I would start to glow in the dark given all the x-rays and scans… I had made it as far as the exit before feeling something creeping down my arm. A quick glance at the crisp, white shirt elicited an entirely unladylike expletive and an abortive search for tissue. By that time, both the book I had been reading and the sleeve were a nice, bright red and there was a small, sticky puddle forming on…