I Bled for You, Then I Walked Away

To save my fiancée, Erica Henson, from a drunk, I took seven stab wounds to the stomach.

During surgery, the doctors said one of the wounds had hit where it counted. It was serious.

After the operation, I woke earlier than expected, and in that half-conscious haze I heard Erica talking with her best friend beside the bed.

"Erica, I've taken care of the suspect's family. Not a word will get out."

"But the doctor already said it'll be hard for Marlin Gilbert to father a child. Why did you have him sterilized behind his back?"