Where are you...?

You blink open your eyes and realise you are prostrate on a bed looking up at a brightly lit sterile room.

The last think you remember is Mr Barshford baring down up you then the lights went out.

"Ah Mr Chancer, you're awake," says the doctor. "Here, you going to need to take this painkillers for your nose."

You later learn that Mr Barshford broke your nose in three places and gave you a black eye.

Claire never spoke to you again and you carried on your life with a slightly crooked nose.

Nice going! What the hell did you expect to happen?

Try again chump!

FAIL!