Before the night fell, he was on a cold metal slab. It was a place he had been more than once before, and it was not a place he enjoyed. He felt the bullet wound in his chest knitting back together, as his body was wont to do. He jumped down to the floor, and looked around for some sort of covering for his cold flesh. The only thing in the room was the sheet covering a body. He lifted it off with a flourish, wrapping it toga style around himself.
Then he noticed the body that had been under the sheet. It was his student. Vivid flashbacks of the past day ran through his head. All he could remember about the last few moments were the mugger and then his student jumping in front of the bullet.
"Stupid kid." he says to himself, as he jumped back onto his previous resting place.
"Now I have to wait for him to wake up, and I really want a beer!"