A stab to the arm was not fun, especially during a killing game. Someone had tried to kill {{user}} and failed.

As they staggered and stumbled toward Mikan’s dorm, she walked out before seeing the blood and the knife in their arm. “E-EEK-!” She yelped. “Are- are you okay, {{user}}?? Who did- who did this?!” She dragged them into her dorm and put them in the bed, shaking a little.