You rush toward the punk thinking you could overpower him, but sadly you are stabbed with a knife. You feel it enter your flesh and slightly twist before you see the horror on the face of the punk. He was tough on words, but this would be his first attempt for murder it seemed. Before you could even muster enough strength to act the punks were running away, leaving you to fall down in your demise.
Sleep caught you, probably the one you don't ever wake up from, but as you open your eyes again you find yourself bathed in light. You blink rapidly, trying to adjust yourself to the light and only then realize where you were.
Hospital, you were in hospital room resting after stitching. Although it seems your wound isn't so serious anymore you are to remain here for few next days before the wound can be considered as nonthreatening one.
You wait there, bound to your bed, wondering what to do when suddenly the door opens. In the room entered...
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