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Before he knew it, Oscar was thrown on the floor by his
enraged helper. He pushed and shuffled his limp frame away from Ricky, but the
nurse was on top of him and clawing for a bite. Oscar held the assailant's face
at a distance but this could only last so long before his arm gave way. He was
strong from years of pushing the spokes of his chair, but Ricky was stronger
and much heavier. With his free hand, Oscar reached blindly for something on
the floor with which to strike the nurse. He cried out in pain as a shard of
vinyl sliced open his hand, but that was just the thing.
As Ricky leaned in closer, blood and drool dripping from his
swollen gums, Oscar took hold of the vinyl shiv and jabbed it into his friend's
temple. Ricky, a look of shock and confusion in his glazed eyes, collapsed
beside Oscar and ceased to be.
Oscar lay still for a moment, catching his breath and
praying this was all just a bad dream. Had he just killed a person? But the
person was trying to kill him, so it was ok, right? Self-defense? Ricky wasn't
in his right mind anyway. What had gone wrong? Oscar lay there beside the dead
body, wondering who was at fault here and who really deserved to be alive.