It's not like she meant to get fucking stabbed, alright? She really didn't. She was still getting used to her new job. She wasn't always fighting infected, and no one warned her just how crazy they could get.

She didn't see the man jumping from the roof at her, nor expect the knife he was holding to get lodged in her arm. But here she was, in her partner's infirmary, getting stitched up.

She couldn't feel it, you had numbed her up. And she sure as hell wasn't going to watch the wound be closed up.

"I can't believe that asshole." She complains.