The moral of the story: if you’re ever survived a violent altercation involving knives, bats, golf clubs, guns, fireplace pokers, flower vases, whatever, check your body for wounds and then get yourself a thorough check-up from a doctor after the deal’s gone down. Preferably not when you’re in prison. Adrenalin will help you bleed to death without you even knowing about it. Oh, and take it from a father who’s daughter now wears the mark of Harry Potter (hiking encounter with a rock), if you get cut deep, don’t assume the wound will close and heal naturally. Nerve damage is a bad bad thing and scars are best bought from FN USA. If you know what I mean.