"Please, don't hit me, don't hit me. I'll take them off myself, I'll take them off right away..."
The doctor quickly tried to calm my emotions.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I'm a doctor, and I need to examine your injuries now."
My brothers gathered around me, seemingly trying to help me calm down.
But I felt as if I was back in that dim little room, and they were all the grinning men from the fight club.
I sobbed and kowtowed, my forehead banging against the metal bed frame with a "clang, clang" sound.
"Please, I'll be good, I promise. Don't hit me, don't hit me. I really won't dare again, I won't dare..."
I cried harder and harder until my whole body was shaking, but I still kept repeating the kowtowing motion.
For a moment, neither the doctor nor my brothers dared to touch me.
The doctor looked back at the nurse.
"There's no choice. Bring the sedative."