David felt his heart battering at his eardrums, blocking out the sound of screams and cheering from the crowd on the side of the road. He could feel the vibration of the hooves on the cobbles and it excited him, he forced his legs to pump faster." Been running away from something all my life" he thought chuckling to himself through his rasping breath. He pushed the slower scrawny man in front of him out of the way and watched him stumble and fall. " Fucknut" he shouted. He had slowed, rhythm broken, he felt the tear, a fire burned from above the knee and surged through his body as he was lifted off the ground and spun. The last thing he remembered were cobbles rushing towards him.

David could hear voices next to his bed, he couldn't make out what they were saying, he laid for a while listening in the darkness. He forced his eyes open, light streamed through and seemed to awaken all his senses at once, he felt the bulge of pain in his leg, only second to the crushing pain in his head. He let out a moan, a voice got closer and urgent. "Mr Beth, please, no move" a females voice said and then something else he couldn't make out. Once his eyes adjusted and his body absorbed the pain, his eyes focused on the figure next to the bed. Describing her as beautiful was an understatement, her long brown hair flowed down just covering the mounds where her white coat covered her breasts, her eyes were a consuming green. "Running with bull stupid", she said as she fondled the tubes hanging next to me. "Me Dr Gromos, your leg fine but need rest" Her voice excited him, turned him on, through the pain he could feel movement in his groin. He needed her! "Hey a mans got to be a man" David blurted out. She ignored him and left the room.

Dr Gromos visited him every morning and night, the more he saw of her the more he wanted, no, needed to have her, he just needed the right time.  He tried to start a conversation, but got no more than a few words of broken English. David managed to drag out of one of the nurses her name was Mila. He loved that name, and mumbled it late at night while he touched himself, fantasizing, pre-planning.

That time came on the night before David was discharging from hospital. It was quiet on the floor, nurses were elsewhere. Mila came at her usual time to check up on him, He waited for her to turn and grabbed her, slapping a crushing hand over her full lips. He could feel her snorting hot air over his hand and it frenzied him. He ripped at her coat and stabbed his hand into her top, feeling her warm skin and rough nipple. Her muffled screams and grunts urged him on.

He didn't see it, the scalpal. It ripped through his throat. His last words gurgled in blood was the last he heard.