Clumsy Cutting

I was in the garage when I heard the cursing. I headed into the house, expecting to find another broken plate or shattered window. Instead, I found her laying on the ground, holding a cloth over her chest, blood seeping slowly from under it.

“The hell?”

She smiled up at me.

“I was opening these boxes with the scissors opened up and managed to stab myself, you know, usual clumsy me…” she said, weakly. I picked up the dropped, bloody scissors.

“Yeah, I bet most everyone would believe you could manage to stab yourself twice with this…”

“Twice?”

I lunged.