Still out there

I woke up at the hospital sometime later.

I didn't know for how long I was out, but as I remembered what happened my belly started to hurt. Shit. That really hurt.

I looked around without getting up and found the bell to press for the nurse within reach.

A nurse came in, checked the heart rate and the drips, and went out, then came back shortly after a doctor. The doctor didn't say much, just explaining I had surgery and an anesthetic, so I wasn't in a coma or anything like that. I'd been out just for 15 hours or so. He said I should stay at the hospital for some time and needed to be monitored. For how long depending on my recovery speed.

After the doctor left the detective came in.

"You feeling ok, Boh?"

"No"

"We are sorry this has happened"

"How the hell was this guy not detained? He got out after 6 months or something like me? That's really fucked up"

"I know, but juvenile detention center is for rehabilitation, not exactly for punishment. Let's put it this way. What he did was a serious crime, but you almost killed three guys. You got reduced term because the context of the incident was taken into account favorably to you, but if not you would have ended up in the center for longer than he was"

"That is seriously fucked up"

"It is what it is. But now it's a different story. He was involved in an incident where a police officer got killed. We will chase him to the end of the world and put him away for good"

I could see the burning anger in the Detective's eyes but… wait..

"He's still out there?"

"We caught one of them, the one that stabbed you. We lost the other two"

"How the HELL did that happen? You guys catch a guy with a knife but lose the cripple? What kind of stupidity is that?!"

"Watch your mouth. We lost one of our own"

Then the image of the police officer laying face down on the ground bleeding from his throat came to my mind. Poor guy. Yet I've survived. The detective seemed to have read what I was thinking,

"You got stabbed in the liver. I don't know how much the doctor explained, but I've seen this happen a lot. The mortality rate for getting stabbed in the liver is actually around 5%. You are more likely to survive than die"

"Lucky me"

"Luckier than my man"

"I'm sorry detective"

"We will put two officers here to watch until things get solved. After all, he specifically came after you. He could do it again"

"Ah fuck-. Shu…. They are going after Shu!"

I shot up from the bed and immediately fell. Argh, it's impossible with this pain.

"We are already on it"

"… for how long… one month? Half a year? Two years? You guys are not gonna keep up forever… This is never gonna end until they are dead"

"We will catch them. I swear"