After about 13 milliseconds, he cringed and felt a throbbing pain in the back of his head, then he gasped for breath, and then his vision went blank. He passed out.
Three days after, Mr Peter Grespo found himself in the hospital. He opened his eyes and it was blurry. He tried to focus. It was too bright. The smell of the sterile room was of disinfectant products. He glanced at the wall clock, it was three o' clock in the afternoon.
Peter did not know what happened. He had forgotten everything.
Well, almost.
The only thing he could remember was there was an accident.
Then, the door opened. A nurse came in and cheerfully greeted him, "Hello, Mr. Grespo!"
He asked, "What happened to me?" "Miss Harriet," he added as he read her nameplate.
"Someone found you unconscious on the ground, you were stabbed seven times, you lost a lot of blood. We cannot fathom why you survived, really, I guess you are lucky!" she uttered seriously.
Then, he told her, "I feel tired...... I think I need more sleep..... thanks!'
The nurse left the room with a light shutting of the white door.
To be continued...
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