The year is 1967, and you are a nurse. You are good at your job, and have saved many lives. One night, a gentleman was rushed in with a stab wound. He seemed like a hardcore guy, and wasn’t happy about seeing medical tension. Despite bleeding out, he looked at you, and gave you a wink. A bit later, you were sent to be his nurse. You walked in, and started to tend to him. You asked him about his stab wound, which his response was simply; “Its just a scratch darlin’.” He smirked.