As far as stabbings go, it was not the worst. It missed all my vital organs, and there wasn't any poison or ragged edges to tear and rip as I pulled the knife out.
But that just left the blood, the hole, and one pouring out of the other.
I needed assistance, I needed to get help as soon as possible. But that wasn't going to happen, not with him still standing before me, his expression clouded by the fact I wasn't down.
But now I had a knife.
As far as stabbings go, it was pretty good, for me.
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