Dying To Save The Main Character

Summary

I was setting the bowl of iron-rich protein milk—the kind that smelled faintly metallic and never seemed to warm you up—on the kitchen counter for my sister when the blood gushed from my nose.

I grabbed a paper towel and pinched my nostrils shut, bracing myself against the island. But it was too late. The crimson spill had already hit the white tile. And as it did, a strange, electric current of text flashed across my vision.

It was The comments.

“Perfect. Two more bleeds and the side character finally kicks the bucket.”