Can't Talk Right Now

He was packing my face with ice. With a cold washcloth over my eyes, I imagined his mouth screwed up as he asked me something I could not hear clearly. I took the two ibuprofen that were pressed to my lips and immediately wished they were "real" pain killers because I had recently begun to think about pills. When I sipped the water and swallowed the capsules I tasted a wash of blood at the back of my throat. This is not good, I thought and immediately started to continue a story in my head.