The traces of nicotine on her fingers, smell of alcohol on her breath.
She was lying in her pool of blood and barely breathing, she was near death.
This woman was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
All she wanted was to sit in a quiet place with soft music and a glass of wine.
To many people came in the bar that night.
They were thirsty for some blood and just wanted to start a fight.
Nobody knew her name, she was not your regular customer to that place.
She was just some unfamiliar face.
They had no right to touch her, she wasn't looking for trouble at the bar.
She just walked into the wrong place at a wrong time.
She was wheeled into the hospital, on a dark stormy night.
They were brought in for questioning because of the bar fight.
If she dies, they will pay for everything they did to her that night.
If she lives, she will press charges on them, because what they did was not right.
Somebody will have to pay, you can't strip a person's morale and get away with a slap on the hand.
When you do the crime, you do the time.
You must face your demons like a man.
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