Disclaimer: This is a fiction story. All characters and circumstances are made up.

He was calling the ambulance. The blood was flowing down his back. She was crying on the bed next to him.

He was number twenty two in the phone emergency queue.

She was his ex. They broke up five years ago. They probably shouldn't be in the same bed.

He was number twenty one in the phone emergency queue.

If they weren't in the same bed — he wouldn't be calling the ambulance now. The blood was flowing down because of her. But was it actually her fault?

They met by accident in a bus two months ago.

His number in the phone emergency queue was nineteen.

They decided to catch up over a coffee. Everyone knows you should never catch up over a coffee with your ex. They also knew it, and nevertheless they decided to catch up. They said they the life was all in all fine. They said that both had been looking for a romantic partner for quite a while. They said that both didn't want each other as a romantic partner. So they decided to casually hookup while looking for a proper romantic partner.

His number in the phone emergency queue was still nineteen.

They decided to officially set expectations. But because it was a casual hookup, the only expectation was no expectations.

His number in the phone emergency queue was sixteen.

While casually hooking up, they were going for dates with other people. They were trying to find a proper romantic partner. But in the world as it was in November 2025, it was easier to find a million dollars on the street than a proper romantic partner. So they continued to casually hook up again and again.

He was number fifteen in the phone emergency queue. She stopped crying and watched reels with a Romanian comedian telling about dating in Romania.

Once they met to casually hookup and he asked not to leave any signs this time. No bites, no scratches, no hickeys. She answered okay. But she didn't quite like it. She answered okay, took a moment and asked him why. He told he was going for an event. She asked which event. He answered none of your business. She asked which event. He answered a kinky event. She asked which kinky event. He answered shibari session. She asked with whom.

He was number two in the phone emergency queue. Sometimes you can jump from fifteen to two just like this. Sometimes life gives you surprises. Sometimes those surprises are nice. But most of the time they aren’t.

She asked with whom. He answered none of your business. She asked with whom. He answered her name was Lihi. She put her nails into his back and scratched down to the muscle. Because your ex is never your ex. And casually hooking up is never casual.

Someone took the phone, they asked what has happened. He described that there are some scratches on his back that probably need some stitches. The ambulance voice asked what has happened. He told he fell on a cat. The ambulance voice asked to send a picture of his back on WhatsApp. The ambulance voice said he should come to the emergency room. The ambulance voice said it wasn't looking like a cat. So he better tell them the truth. Otherwise they have to call police.

They came to emergency room. An emergency lady asked if she was a wife. She answered no. An emergency lady asked if she was a girlfriend. She said no. An emergency lady said she was not allowed to the emergency room, as she was a stranger and strangers are not allowed. She said she wasn't a stranger but a witness. An emergency lady asked witness of what? She said I did this to him. An emergency lady looked at his back and asked if he wanted to call police? He thought for a moment. He answered may be. An emergency lady said there was no answer may be, he should choose right now, yes or no. And he should choose fast, there were many people in the queue. He said no.

Someone put stitches on his back. He didn't feel anything. By early thirty, as for November 2025, people didn't feel anything.

He left the emergency room. He went home by foot. He never took bus again. 

Disclaimer: This is a fiction story. All characters and circumstances are made up.

He was calling the ambulance. The blood was flowing down his back. She was crying on the bed next to him.

He was number twenty two in the phone emergency queue.

She was his ex. They broke up five years ago. They probably shouldn't be in the same bed.

He was number twenty one in the phone emergency queue.

If they weren't in the same bed — he wouldn't be calling the ambulance now. The blood was flowing down because of her. But was it actually her fault?

They met by accident in a bus two months ago.

His number in the phone emergency queue was nineteen.

They decided to catch up over a coffee. Everyone knows you should never catch up over a coffee with your ex. They also knew it, and nevertheless they decided to catch up. They said they the life was all in all fine. They said that both had been looking for a romantic partner for quite a while. They said that both didn't want each other as a romantic partner. So they decided to casually hookup while looking for a proper romantic partner.

His number in the phone emergency queue was still nineteen.

They decided to officially set expectations. But because it was a casual hookup, the only expectation was no expectations.

His number in the phone emergency queue was sixteen.

While casually hooking up, they were going for dates with other people. They were trying to find a proper romantic partner. But in the world as it was in November 2025, it was easier to find a million dollars on the street than a proper romantic partner. So they continued to casually hook up again and again.

He was number fifteen in the phone emergency queue. She stopped crying and watched reels with a Romanian comedian telling about dating in Romania.

Once they met to casually hookup and he asked not to leave any signs this time. No bites, no scratches, no hickeys. She answered okay. But she didn't quite like it. She answered okay, took a moment and asked him why. He told he was going for an event. She asked which event. He answered none of your business. She asked which event. He answered a kinky event. She asked which kinky event. He answered shibari session. She asked with whom.

He was number two in the phone emergency queue. Sometimes you can jump from fifteen to two just like this. Sometimes life gives you surprises. Sometimes those surprises are nice. But most of the time they aren’t.

She asked with whom. He answered none of your business. She asked with whom. He answered her name was Lihi. She put her nails into his back and scratched down to the muscle. Because your ex is never your ex. And casually hooking up is never casual.

Someone took the phone, they asked what has happened. He described that there are some scratches on his back that probably need some stitches. The ambulance voice asked what has happened. He told he fell on a cat. The ambulance voice asked to send a picture of his back on WhatsApp. The ambulance voice said he should come to the emergency room. The ambulance voice said it wasn't looking like a cat. So he better tell them the truth. Otherwise they have to call police.

They came to emergency room. An emergency lady asked if she was a wife. She answered no. An emergency lady asked if she was a girlfriend. She said no. An emergency lady said she was not allowed to the emergency room, as she was a stranger and strangers are not allowed. She said she wasn't a stranger but a witness. An emergency lady asked witness of what? She said I did this to him. An emergency lady looked at his back and asked if he wanted to call police? He thought for a moment. He answered may be. An emergency lady said there was no answer may be, he should choose right now, yes or no. And he should choose fast, there were many people in the queue. He said no.

Someone put stitches on his back. He didn't feel anything. By early thirty, as for November 2025, people didn't feel anything.

He left the emergency room. He went home by foot. He never took bus again.