Murderer!

I'm shocked and disappointed to see that she's still alive.  Steam rising from her wounds, her breath quickening.  Waiting for her to die I check my watch making sure I can still make it back to the open bar and free food of the Long Island Mindless Chatter Society Annual Dinner.  

Check my tux...no blood stains, good, good.  The gin and tonics are stiff in there.  Carbonated piss and lime pulp after one of those.  Why is she still moaning, should I crack her again?  Maybe I should hold her head in the pond.  No, no five hundred yards from here at least, bloody up the tux for sure.  

I love it when the woods are this cold and quite, reminds me of the first time.  Her breaths are getting shorter now.  That's a good sign, she's bleeding out.  The reason the breaths get shorter is that there is less blood in the lungs.  Bronchioles are closing down.  Suffocation is part of bleeding to death.  I hear from the other med students that it's quite pleasant.  

Ahh, look at everyone in there.  I can see the warm lights of Houghton Hall from here, and hear the laughter at the party.  I wonder if she can hear it too?  Ha ha! Is that old Duke Gleason at the piano, that old devil!