Later

You see that your arm is a bloody mess, and you black out immediately. When you regain consciousness, a warm washcloth is against your forehead, coming down far enough over your eyes to block your vision. You turn and realize in the process that you are in bed. The washcloth is taken away, and you see a woman you do not recognize. "Are you feeling any better, Honey?" she asks.

Written by Joey Liverwurst

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