He took off his black RUSH concert shirt. Gave it to the lady, “Here”. She began to dab my head with it. My voice left me. I was unable to yell, “NO! I don’t want sweaty rocker sweat in my open wound!” but I thought it. She ignored all basic first aid protocols, using a crossing motion, and she baptized me in the name of Lee, Peart, and Lifeson. Brushing off blood and gravel from my face.
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