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"Excuse me." came the voice of one of the nurses. "We have a room ready for you. Are you ready to go up?"

"Yeah, sure." I said. "I don't think this is necessary. I think I'm ok."

"I know you are, Sweetie, but the doctor just wants to keep you here until we can be absolutely sure. There's no sense in taking chances,” the nurse explained.

"She's right, Paul." Page said. "We're all going to be here, anyway, so you might as well let them make sure everything is ok."

"Yeah, Mom's right." Sarah added.

"Ok." I said.

We were soon in a nice room, and order seemed to have been restored. Then, the nurse entered and said, "I hate to do this to you, but the police are here. They'd like to ask a few questions. They need to do it as soon as possible, while the events of the morning are still clear in your mind."

"I'll come out and talk to them." Dan offered, as he got up and left the room with the nurse.

"Paul, that was a brave thing you did. He was getting ready to shoot again, but you jumped him before he could pull the trigger. At first, I thought he had gotten you, too." Page explained.

"Is he in jail?" I asked.

Sarah and Page both looked at each other as though they didn't know what to say.

"Honey, don't you worry about him. You just concentrate on feeling better." Page said.

"What aren't you telling me?" I asked as Dan and the police officer walked into the room.

The officer was very somber and introduced himself to all of us. "Paul, I'm Officer Daniels. I am so sorry to have to do this, but a man has died, and I need to make sure I have your version of events."

Stunned, I said, "Oh God. Oh no. This can't be happening. Not to Trent."

I was interrupted by Dan, who exclaimed "No, no! Not Trent. Bruce. I'm afraid he passed in the ambulance on the way to the hospital."

I had thought the day had completed its downward spiral, but I was clearly off base. I was now being confronted with the fact that I had killed a man. Me, the guy who always walked away from a fight. The most gentle person I know, and I have killed a man. Of course, I immediately assumed I'd be going to prison.

"Well, I guess that's it then. When do I go to jail?" I asked very plainly.

"Well, you don't." Officer Daniels replied.

"What you did was in self-defense, so you aren't facing any charges. In fact, things could have been a lot worse had you not acted when you did." he explained.

"We just need to document the event from the perspective of each witness,