Bleed to Love Her

Story Submitted by John:

Stacy and I had a nice lunch on our first date, then took a walk around a nearby college's campus.  It was a pleasant, warm day, and as we strolled, we made it to the top of a hill that sloped down to the athletic fields.

All at once, she hit me, said, "Tag, you're it!" and ran down the hill.

I laughed and ran after her, but our fun turned sour as she tripped, stumbled head-over-heels, and tumbled awkwardly down the slope until she came to rest, filthy and bedraggled, at the bottom of the hill, near the track.

She struggled to stand, but fell over.  I reached her and walked her to a bathroom in a nearby building, where I helped her clean up.  Amazingly, she said that nothing was hurt, and that she thought she would be okay.  I left the bathroom as she wanted to use a toilet.

While waiting outside, I heard a colossal bang, and shouted into the bathroom, "You okay?"

She called back, "My head!  Ow, my head!"

I stepped into the bathroom and found her sitting on the floor, right by a stall.  She said, "I hit my head against the door."

"Are you okay?" I asked.

She said, "Yeah.  I think it's dangerous to be me, today."

We walked out of the school, and she seemed to be none the worse.  Then, as we walked across a grassy yard, she slipped and fell backward, onto her rear.  I knelt to help her up, but she shoved me away.

"Don't you get it?" she asked, "I'm trying to end the date!  Get lost!"

I didn't register what she had said as logical, so I asked her, "Are you okay?"

She said, "Yes!  If you keep sticking around, then I'll keep hurting myself!  So go!"

It was one of the strangest things I had ever heard, but if that's what she wanted, I was glad to oblige.  I left her there, on the grass.