Try to break free and escape.

You realize you're probably moments from being gangraped, so you decide it's time to get away. You summon all your strength and twist your body. The guy on your right is taken off guard and you manage to wrench free of his grasp. The second guy holding you has a sightly better grip and you struggle with him. The others, seeing their **** is about to escape start grabbing a you, but you manage to keep them off.

You twist yourself around again and manage to break free from your captors. Unfortunately, the inertia of your body puts you off balance and you slip and skid. You crash into the wall face first and you see stars as you slump to the floor.

One of your assailants yells, "Oh shit! He's bleeding!"

Another yells, "Let's get out of here!" As you spiral into unconsciousness, you hear footsteps fading in the distance.

When you come to, you find yourself in a bed. You look around and realize you're in a hospital room. Your mother is sitting in a chair next to your bed. When she sees your eyes are open, she says, "Thank God you're awake! You've been out for a couple days."

A man in a white coat walks over to you. "Hello, Matt. I'm Dr. Kessler. You apparently took a nasty spill in the showers at your dormitory."

"How did I get here?" you ask feebly.

"One of the guys in your dorm found you. That's lucky for you. Your skull had a few fractures and you were bleeding. It could have gone serious if you didn't get medical attention."

"But I'm okay?"

"The CAT scans we've taken don't show any sign of brain damage or other dangers. And your injuries will heal in time. Unfortunately, you won't be able to leave the hospital for a while. And it's doubtful you can return to school this semester."

Your mother sniffs, "That's fine. He doesn't need to go back right now anyway! I can't believe my poor baby was sexually assaulted by some pervert and left to die."

You don't respond. You merely moan and close your eyes again. And you muse that it was fun for a while.