As you laid there, cold, wet and shivering from your own blood, your life flashed before you in short images. A tiny smile formed on your lips before you closed you eyes.

You’d welcomed death.

But..they reopened. You were now in a bed. You felt..different. You felt so thirsty and weak but stronger than what you were at first.

Then you saw dark red eyes staring at you. The man that had stabbed you. Did he save you? So many questions were going through your mind before he spoke. “Relax. I’m not gonna hurt you.”