[ WP ] While cooking yourself dinner you accidentally cut your hand . When you rush the sink to rinse it you are horrified to find not blood , but wiring and mechanics .

My blood ran cold as I stared at the cut in my left hand. I then realized that this meant that - that I did not have any blood to speak of. The world seemed to tilt around me - my head spinning, something loud pounding in my ears, the moment narrowed to nothing but the wiring visible in my left hand. 
 
 What did this mean? 
 
 I did not want to know. 
 
 Cold all over, gears on autopilot, I returned to the cutting board. I transferred the knife to my left hand, the wire hand, the numb hand, just to see - just to see, and I - 
 
 I cut myself again, this time on the right thumb. If I was a robot, then I was a very poor one indeed. 
 
 But the cut stung, and red seeped, and my nostrils filled with iron. 
 
 I sank to my knees and cried.
