“I’m alive?” I whispered, squinting against the light as I tried to figure out where I was.
“You are,” I heard someone reply. “For a while there it was touch and go.”
Opening my eyes wider, I saw a doctor standing beside my bed. It only took a second to realize the bed was in a hospital room, not my house. Steve stood a few feet away, watching me with a worried frown.
“You lost a great deal of blood before the EMTs got to you,” the doctor told me. “They sealed the wound and as soon as you arrived here, we typed you and began transfusions. I won’t go into everything else we had to do, other than to say, it was a clean cut, and whether by intent or luck, your attacker managed to miss tendons. I doubt you’re in the mood to hear the details, except for the fact you were drugged, first.”
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