Steve was lying on the floor, his face contorted in pain, his hand clutching his stomach. But what really caught my attention was the puddle of dark liquid spreading beneath him.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, stepping back in shock.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The same man who had treated me with such disregard was now sprawled on the bathroom floor, unable to move, completely at the mercy of his own body. I felt a strange mix of satisfaction and horror as I stared at him. This wasn’t what I had imagined.
I rushed to his side, my hands trembling as I tried to help him, but the reality of what I had done hit me hard. What was I supposed to do now? I had crossed a line. The joke I thought was funny had turned into something far more serious.
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