Spider bite

Drip, drip the blood made a small puddle as it ran down the knife
and onto the floor. He hadn't expected it to hurt so much. Now the
blood welled up from the cut and started to run down his arm onto the
floor to join the small puddle. His arm felt numb now and he was
holding it rigidly by his side as if standing to attention. He knew
that his life depended on what he did next. Moving slowly to the
first-aid box he took a pad and placed it against his cut arm. Then he
sat down and phoned for an ambulance.
" I need help" it was all he could manage to say. His arm had now
started to throb and it felt as if it was on fire. The heat was
spreading and he felt really ill.

He should have phoned for an ambulance before. Hw should have phoned
when the spider bit him but he thought that if he cut it the blood
would carry the poison away. But now he was in agony. The venom was
racing around his body and all he could hear was a pounding. He hoped
it was the paramedics at the door and not his rapidly beating heart
filling his head with sounds.

A blurred face looked into his and he managed to say " spider bite"
before the darkness closed in. the paramedics looked around but all
they saw was a small plastic spider drowned in the now extensive pool
of blood.