You decide to kiss your finger and make it better, but there is too much blood. When you taste the nasty irony liquid, you spit it out on the ground. You go back to kissing your finger, but there is still blood coming out.
After you spit again, you take a step forward, slipping in the blood. You hit the back of your head when you fall on the ground. You lie there for a while. All of your blood leaks out of your finger, painting the floor red.