Without saying more, she lay down and fell asleep.In hindsight I should have recognized that as a bad sign and taken her to the hospital. Luckily, she...did wake up fine later, so my inaction was harmless. At the time, I wanted to find her car so I could report the accident, especially if someone else was involved. I assumed she had been driving uphill, since there’s only one way in and out of my neighborhood, so I drove down looking for her auto. I found it, presumably. There was a man standing. She peeled off her wrinkledblouse and slacks along with her perspiration-stained bra and panties. Shethen walked over to the bathroom and stepped inside and took notice of howlarge it was compared to her own at home. It was nearly twice the sizewith a large, old-fashioned bathtub and a separate shower stall. The tubwas big enough for two people she thought to herself, as she looked it overwith great interest because she loved to take long, luxurious baths thatwould last for up to an hour. I'm just not the right person to do this particular brain surgery."He continued, "But you might be. You're a Senior about to get your BS in Psychology and you have a promising Grad School career ahead of you, and probably then your own Doctorate. If you can help her in anyway and somehow get her trust, then perhaps she can be saved and helped. There is nothing I can do for her anymore, but maybe you can."The plan was pretty basic and simple. Since she was shopping for a new Master, she would be. I pried apart the wound with one hand while I gently slit open the flesh with the other. The suppurate stank like hell and ran white-green-yellow. I kept washing the site clean with a fifty percent solution of surgical prep and spring water using a lavage syringe. Soon my blade grated on metal. I'd found the arrow head.I did the best I could to clean a pair of needle-nosed pliers in my iodine-bromine surgical prep, then with one knee between his shoulders, I grabbed that sucker with the pliers.