"We need to stop the bleeding and get some ice on that." He paused. "Are your teeth...?" I ran my tongue over them, ignoring the sharp tang of blood. "Present and accounted for." "Good. Hold on then." I did hold on--to the tissues. I didn't stay put, though. With my free hand, I mopped up drops of blood from the hardwood floor. If this turned into a murder investigation, I definitely didn't want my blood found in the victim's house." --