I answered the doctor's questions slowly and blearily. When was I attacked? Who attacked me? Did I see them?
As I ran over the details, my mind went into a blank. I heard Dr. Turner shout something at the nurse and frantically start to compress my chest.
But only one memory remained in my mind. The dull thunk of a blow, the scream of a women's voice and the rough laugh of a man's.
But one name echoed in my mind.
Julia.