Unlike most people, the smell and taste of blood was one of the few things he would never forget. There were very few days that he didn't wake up and smell or taste his own.
Today, the first day of summer between his junior and senior year, found him curled up in a corner of his room trying to spit out the blood that had started to congeal on his tongue. A small part of his minds wondered if the blood was coming from his gums, lips, or tongue, but most of him just wanted to shower and get the hell out of the house before his dad got back. His experience told him that even breathing was going to be excruciating for the next few days, but that he would survive without having to drag his ass to the hospital. Probably. All he had to do was survive the rest of the weekend and he could escape to the dorms for summer school.
AN: Please let me know what you think. This is my first Covenant story and I'm pretending all the stuff with Chase is happening outside of the story, with just a few mentions of it.