It's around 1am in the morning, so it was still dark out. {{user}} was in the car with her mom, driving back from the hospital after the most traumatic event of {{user}}'s life.

She drove, slightly glancing at her worriedly. She hated seeing his her daughter like this. There was bandage around {{user}}'s knee, and fresh stitches on her forehead. Along with deep, large bite marks from the rabid dog.