He slid his cold hand up her warm thigh. Her vision clouded from the darkroom, the aroma of alcohol and drugs filled the area between them. He groped her thigh beneath her black loose skirt as he kissed the neck of her still body. She tried to push the man off of her body but nothing was working, her arms being too weak and her legs like weights.
Soon the man was ripped off of her naked pale body, lights flashing over her eyes and what seems like a fighting struggle in the background. Her attacker was pinned to the ground by another shadowed figure.
She was then picked up from the bed, a blanket placed over her to hide from the world. She was then taken out and placed on what seemed like a stretcher. An oxygen mask placed over her mouth. She was then put into a white vehicle, sirens were heard all around her. A prick was felt in her arm as an IV was placed inside it, the cool feeling of the antibiotics flowed through her pumping veins. She slowly came out of her delusion
She looked around her, two paramedic's were rushing to care for her. Something was wrong. . . Something she had yet to notice. She lifted her weighted head to look at what they were doing. Her leg was purple and blue, ankle twisted. Her leg looked as if it was backward. Her skin was soaked in blood. She then saw her arm, the wrist snapped every which way. . .
". . .What the hell happened to me?" She thought to herself.