... for your self defense

Fred was on his way to the hospital on his motorbike. His hair fluttered behind him as he manoeuvred through traffic. He had received a call from the hospital earlier in the morning informing him that the patient he had brought in was conscious already. He had postponed his meetings and hopped on his bike towards the hospital.

His mind was preoccupied with several thoughts. He hadn’t been prepared to lose a team member during the scuffle and was sure as hell not ready to visit the deceased family but he had to. He thought about how sad the deceased wife must be feeling now and how his kids were going to grow up without a father, he knew how hard life could be for a single mother. All those thoughts and a lot more only drove him to find who was responsible for the death of his teammate.

He arrived at the hospital and was assaulted by the smell of disinfectants and drugs. He had always hated coming to the hospital, it smells of death and sickness if they had a smell. He passed by the se