Jk Navel Stab | Bleed 35

“Medic,” I said calmly. No one heard. The crowd roared as a famous voice actor took the stage.

But they had stopped. Thirty-four little medical tents. Thirty-four band-aids. Thirty-four apologies. JK Navel Stab Bleed 35

The star-compass, designed to sit flat, had been driven inward by the impact. I looked down. A perfect circle of red was blooming on my white tunic, right over my belly button. A navel stab. “Medic,” I said calmly

As he pressed gauze to my wound, the star-compass still gleaming with my blood, I realized the truth. The safety pin was just a distraction. The real villain was chaos. But me? I was the statistic that broke the streak. I was the punchline that became a legend. But they had stopped

His mom squinted at my bloody tunic. “Probably just method acting, honey.”