You move fast, shoving your hand over the man's mouth. You pull the hammer out of your toolbox and bring it down hard. The screaming in your head drowns out the crack of bones. Thank God. Again! This isn't you. Again! It's self-defense. Again! It's murder. Again! It's survival. Again! AGAIN! AGAIN! AGAIN! Until the hammer's too slippery to hold. CLANK. Farther down the hall. Clank. He's gone. Thank God. You wipe your hand on the man's gown and head for the door. The handle turns. Thank God.";