“What’s a brain hemo-hedge?” Images of a hedge growing out of my head swirled through my mind. Ma waved her hands around her head, opening and closing her hands. “Is when all the blood come out of your head. All the blood.” My mind replaced the hedge bursting out of my head with buckets of blood exploding from it in a red geyser. I swallowed, feeling ill. “Wait, so this is a thing that happens when people play soccer?”
