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The next day is filled with doctors and nurses checking on the wound. They keep reassuring me that the surgery went well and the knife missed anything vital. Apparently I should have a nice little scar I keep getting told. I start to wonder how the asshole that did this to me is getting on. Suddenly my Senior Sergeant walks into the room with her notebook in hand. Fuck off I think to myself and turn my head to gaze through the imaginary window.

  She pulls up a chair and sits down next to me.

  “Do I need a representative from the Police Association?” I sarcastically ask.

  “It would be wise she replies softly, I’ve already contacted our local one and given them a run down on what’s happened. Look once you get home which will be in the next day or two you’ll have some time off to relax and gather your thoughts. But you will need to be interviewed about what happened.”

  “It’s quite obvious what fucken happened isn’t it?” I hurl back at her.

  “I know, but he’s in pretty bad shape” she exclaims. “He’s had some extensive surgery to his jaw and will be eating through a straw for weeks.”

  A little smile emerges on my face upon hearing this news.

  “I don’t think you realise how serious this is, he’s still in hospital as there are some concerns about a possible brain injury. If he doesn’t pull through that’s going to change the situation dramatically” She retorts.

  I can feel my blood pressure rise, “What situation? The situation where he decided that he wasn’t going to be compliant? The situation where he decided to attack me? The situation where he chose to pull out a knife and stab me? Fuck him”

  “I know, as long as you can justify your actions, I’m just giving you a heads up. Be careful what you say and try to keep the cursing to a minimum.”

  “Yea, sorry it’s all a bit much at the moment. Who’s going to be interviewing me?”

  “I don’t know, it’ll be someone carrying a latte though” she smirks.

  “Ha wankers I wonder if they will offer me one, good times huh?”

  She laughs, “Your trouble you know that, do you know when you’re getting discharged?”

  “Nah not sure yet, Will ya be able to sort me out a ride when they let me out? I don’t feel like sitting on a bus.”

  “Of course mate, I’ll suss it out.”

  Chapter Eight