Since she was a little dazed time just seemed to pass. Once her mind had fully comprehended what exactly was going on. She was ridding along in a wheel chair. At this point the pain was very minimal. But that was because she was use to the scathing amount of pain.<br/><br/>The yard was wonderfully done: Grass that was so neatly cut that it almost looked like  a yard commercial, pots of flowers lined the drive way in a decorative way, a tree was placed on the left side of the yard, and almost looked man made.  The maid wheeled her through the yard like an expert, as if she had done this a thousand times. Nor did the maid ever run over a bump. Which of course she was very grateful of.<br/><br/>She was wheeled right through the house and straight to a room. Not even giving her the time to look around. But even so she knew that the place was elegantly done up. Although, she should be feeling pain, she didnâ€™t.  It was begging to dawn on her at that particular moment as the door opened. That the reason why she wasnâ€™t feeling pain was because she was numb. And that scared her like all hell. So she continued to try and examine her surrounding. Trying not to give herself a panic attack.<br/><br/>The room was plain white. Which go figureâ€¦was definitely a room meant for injured people. Though it had a bedâ€¦it was still designed like a doctors work place. With a door for the bathroom and a separate door for a closet.  The room had a corner that had a counter top with a sink on it. It seemed like a hospital room. And it was probably meant to be this way. "Go get in this." The maid said as she grabbed one of those gowns that doctors make you wear before surgery.<br/><br/>Karma winced but grabbed the light blue gown. Though she couldnâ€™t really stand up. That began to dawn on the maid almost right after she had handed karma the gown. "Sorry." She muttered and wheeled her to the bathroom: opened the door, and left me in the bathroom. Slamming the door as if karma had done something wrong.<br/><br/>The walls were a pinkish tan; the toilet was silver, along with the sink. There was a mirror safely placed above the sink. She tried to get up but winced. The pain came at  her in 10 folds more than when she actually got hurt. But she sucked in her breath and focused her mind on the mirror. Thinking to herself.<span style="font-style: italic">Damnitt if I canâ€™t even standâ€¦How the fuck am I going to bring vinny down?<br/></span><br/>In the end she got up the courage to stand up. Though her feet nearly buckled and caused her to fall. It was amazing how being stabbed in the thigh could make it so hard to stand.  Then she began to try and undress, but got as far as her shirt and bra off before she couldnâ€™t continue to stand anymore. And her feet just stooped having feeling in them. She hit the floor with a bang. But wasnâ€™t knocked out. The wound her sideâ€¦showed just how deep the man cut into her. It showed that knife had cut just in-between two of her ribs. And dug deep into her side. How deepâ€¦she wasnâ€™t quite sure.