come on girl , thomas said , his voice a hoarse whisper . kind of like the eye of a zombie . `` you had blood all over you from your wound . '' i poured my fifth glass of scotch , slamming the bottle on the table beside me . you 're all shiny and brand new , just like you were as a baby . `` why do think you can get away with always ordering me around ? '' this is a contest i 'm gon na fucking win . 