Night Attack On My Little Sister !!hot!! -

The iron connected with his wrist. I felt bones give—a crack like a dry branch. The knife spun into the dust. He howled, a raw animal sound, and staggered back, clutching his arm.

If the "attack" refers to a health crisis, it often relates to conditions that worsen during the late hours: night attack on my little sister

For what felt like hours, we waged a defensive war. I sat by her bedside, holding her hand while my parents coordinated with the on-call doctor. The "enemy" was a severe viral infection that had settled in her chest. Every time she coughed, it sounded like a heavy blow landing, and every time she struggled to breathe, my own chest tightened in sympathy. The night was a blur of damp cloths, dim lights, and hushed, urgent whispers. The iron connected with his wrist