I remember waking to the beeping of a heart monitor. When I opened my eyes, I saw a few nurses alerting the doctor that I was awake.
Eventually, a tall man with a coat and stethoscope entered the room. I assumed he was the doctor. "You're a very lucky one. Mr.uh-", he checked a clipboard that was nestled between one of his arms, "Crow, was it? Yes, yes. You had been stabbed near the stomach and the attempted assailant had torn through part of your kidney, on the way out." That didn't surprise me. I began flashing back to the incident as he spoke.
"Several of your ribs have been fractured and you were especially fortunate that none of your wounds were infected.". "What does all that mean?", I demanded. "Two months,", the doctor replied, "Months that you'll be here in bed rest. Your internal damage was far more severe than we expected."
I hung my head as the doctor left the room. "Two months?", I thought to myself, "Did I really lose that badly?" My shirt was gone and bloody bandages had taken its place. *gasp* The wings! I turned to look at my back... Nothing there. Relief and disappointment washed over me as I turned my head back; eyeing the bed sheets. Was that moment with Death all just a dream? Did I never actually fall off of the Midnight clocktower?
I sat there and pondered for what seemed like an hour. After a while, a nurse entered the room. "Mr.Crow," she said, "You have visitors." I wanted to say that I was excited, but I couldn't even fake up a smile.
Tyson and Sariah came in, as expected. But someone else came in with them. He was the man with the shades, who was talking with the Madame at the bazaar, yesterday (at least, I thought it was yesterday). He wasn't wearing his glasses anymore, though, and I could see his irises. A dark brown. But, what was he doing here?
"Crow, you're alright!", Sariah cried and put me into a death grip, "I thought you wouldn't make it.". "What would make you think that?" I said gasping for air. "Dude", Tyson obliged to answer, "You were a bloody pile when we found you."
"Now, I know how I got here", I thought to myself. "I'm sorry I made you two worry.", I apologized, "Thanks for saving my life". "You should really be thanking this man.", Sariah pointed to the man, "If it wasn't for him, we would have never found you."
The mystery guy finally came up to my bed side and held his hand out. "The name's Dahlsim. I'm a private detective. Nice to meet you, Crow", he said in a smooth and confident voice.
The scar that I had seen on his face was deeper than expected. He looked to be about in his late twenties. A typical Bachelor, if I ever did see one. Yet, there was something about him... something about his smile, that I didn't like.
I shook his hand and said "It's nice to meet you, too.". He let go of my hand to pull out the small brown book I had seen him writing in earlier.
"I hate to ruin you and your friends' reunion," He turned to look at, both, Tyson and Sariah, "But, I have a few questions regarding the attempted murder that took place. I would rather speak with him in private about this"
Though they were initially confused, they reluctantly cooperated. When they left the room, Dahlsim turned to me. A moment of silence washed over the room before he began questioning.
"First question," He started, "Why were you and your friends on top of the clocktower?". I looked at him and answered, "We use that place as a hang out since almost no one else seems to go up there."
He began writing in his book, as if recording every word. "The assailant," he continued, "Do you know what he looked like or any defining features?"
I took my eyes off of him and hung my head again. "Not really. He had a helmet on and a black trench coat... Well, he had this weird, red and purple knife,
