I struck him hard, causing him to collapse on the ground. Before I could register my surprise, I continued to pummel him mercilessly.
Due to his late-stage cancer, Damien's physical condition was a shadow of its former self. In the past, I, as a woman, would have had no chance of overpowering him.
But now, cancer had completely hollowed him out.
After taking these blows, he was nearly half dead, lying on the ground and wailing incessantly in agony.
Seeing him immobilized on the floor, I suddenly felt all my strength leave me as I relaxed.
Having inhaled too much smoke and exhausted from the ordeal, I eventually passed out.
In my hazy state, I think I was carried out by the police.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying in a hospital bed.
I hurriedly grabbed a nearby officer and asked, "Officer, how's my daughter?"