The young man lay on the bed in the hospital with his legs in traction. Looking at his legs, he thought back to the night and reflected on the event that had ruined his life.
He'd planned the attack meticulously, but his victim took and never lost the initiative during the few minutes of the actions the judge and jury classed as self-defense. The more he thought of the night, the less he understood about the events and the outcome.
As he scratched the stubble on his chin, the man couldn't think where he went wrong. He knew the room plan like the back of his hand, and he knew where his victim would be sitting - it should have been simple to get in, attack the man and leave with no fuss - so, what went wrong?
Through pain filled eyes, he saw the figure of his victim standing at the foot of his bed; not sure if the vision was real, he rubbed his eyes and tried to focus his vision. When he opened them, the figure was still there, gently smiling. "As clearing my mind didn't remove you, I am to believe you are here, and not just an illusion caused by the drugs," the man said to the visitor.
The visitor nodded and then replied, "You're correct. I am here, not to gloat but to explain what to you, went wrong with your plan."
The man on the bed tried to raise himself, but the pain was too intense. "Knowing where I went wrong might help me understand my situation better. But, I can't see how I messed up the plan, from the time I came down everything went as I expected until the moment you struck me."
The visitor commented, "Your plan failed for many reasons. The main reason being you underestimated me; I am housebound and unable to move quickly - like you - so, I plan ahead. That was your next flaw; I told you often enough A drunken man's words are the thoughts of a sober man, and you have made many threats to my life. Since nobody takes these threats seriously - other than me - I keep myself alert and ready to defend myself at all times." The visitor paused, as he saw what he'd said slowing being recognized in the face of his assailant.
The young man tried to comprehend what had been said but he was unable, so he asked, "You said the main reason? Does that mean there are others?"
The visitor smiled and nodded, and then he commented, "Many more. There were little things you didn't take into account or misread that led to your current dilemma. Some were your fault for not reading my actions correctly, others were things you couldn't have foreseen, but should have taken into consideration. When you entered the room, my cat stared at you, as you came through the back door, not the usual door. My cat's actions were the first indicator. You thought my right arm was resting on the bed by my side; at this point, if you'd hit that arm you would have had the advantage; however you went for a head shot. The action of rolling away gave me the opportunity to take my cosh from its hiding place, and from that point, the advantage became mine."
The man winced in his pain, and commented, "After you hit me about the knees and I lay on the floor, why didn't you finish me off?"
The visitor replied, "That is where we differ; I never wanted to kill you - Lord knows people would understand if I had after the threats - my intention was only self-defense. Knowing that you'll bare the scars and constant as a reminder of the attack is a bonus for me."
The man's mind yielded to pain and drugs as he slipped into unconsciousness for a moment, on waking, he found his room empty. He pressed the button to summon the nurse, and when she arrived, he asked her, "Did you see where the man who visited me went?"
The puzzled nurse looked at her patient, and commented, "You haven't had any visitors all the time you've been here."