66. Starve to Death

Frida

I stare at Stanley dumbfounded as blood spills out of his mouth. He doesn't even look like he is in pain more as he still stares at me with a smug expression on his face.

"Are you crazy?" I snarl.

"No, just in love," Stan replies. More blood spills out of his mouth.

Love?

No, he is just trying to charm me now. He is not in love with me!

I quickly run upstairs and grab a roll of paper towels, then run back to Stanley. I rip out a few pieces and shove them inside his mouth to stop the bleeding. "This was insane. Don't do it again," I say.

Stanley mumbles something, but I can't understand him with his mouth full of paper towels. I grow frustrated as he keeps bleeding. Why won't he stop bleeding?

I go back upstairs to find the first aid kit. When I reach the bathroom, I hastily open the cabinet, searching for the first aid supplies.

My hands shake as I grab the first aid kit and carry it back downstairs.

I carefully remove the soaked paper towels from his mouth and replace them with