His vision started to blur at three in the morning. He was walking home from work, when the black spots entered his vision. He didn't know why. He figured perhaps he'd lost blood in the fight he'd had with the customer. The damned man had bit him. The customer must have been drunk off his ass.
His boss had given him a bandage, and Alex had wrapped his wrist up quickly to stop the flow of blood. He was damned sure that the man's bite wouldn't draw too much blood, but now, as he was walking down the street, he wasn't so sure.
He checked his wrist, and found that the bandage was soaked through, and part of his shirt was stained. Alex let out a curse as he stumbled, and fell against a brick wall. His heart thudded in his ears, his pulse was racing.
"God damn," he muttered, and gripped his wrist tightly. It made a squelching noise, like there was more blood on the way, and he grimaced. He took his hand away in disgust, and it came away bloody red. Another curse flew from his mouth as he str