I knew gunshots weren't as quiet as they were on screen, but I was still surprised by the noise. Being in such an enclosed space didn't help, I'm sure.
The blood was a brighter shade of red than I thought would splatter out from the wound. I guess I was so used to dried blood rather than the fresh stuff.
But most of all, I was confused as to just how I was able to focus on so much meaningless detail, rather than the fact I'd just shot myself.
I guess I was trying to ignore it until it ended.
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