My eyes blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me. Then I realised, I was holding a bloody knife and my hands initially seemed to be incredibly heavy, and was numb indeed, since I was lying down and probably my right hand was static for a while, in an unusual slanted position. Eventually, I was able to sense my hand, which in turn encouraged this notion, that my hand has started witnessing mobility. There was blood all over the frontal side of my head, and it felt like, it did dry off gradually. I certainly didn't knew anything in relation to the loss of my consciousness, because probably, I was unable to gather the incident, which would help me recreate or recollect any chain of events, however I didn't surrender, thereby attempting to get to the bottom of what exactly happened, but unfortunately didn't manage to get any luck, and in this process of restrospection,
my mind got shackled in such a manner, that visiting a nearby hospital never crossed my entangled thoughts, nevertheless, I tried hunting for someone who can get me to a nearby hospital, as I was struggling hard to move around, and had developed immense fatigue. I was still wondering about the knife, which was in my possession, and owing to which I was trying relentlessly to work on my memory, but unfortunately nothing seemed relative.
Suddenly I encountered a police vehicle which stopped by, and one of the officers came out, and he initially confiscated the knife, and fortunately offered help, by lending his arms on my shoulder, thereby getting me equipped inside their vehicle. The officer spoke to me in such a manner, as if he knows me from ages, and I was completely illusioned with this acquaintance, since I barely even remembered...