"He was kneeling on me saying, ' Trust me,' holding the knife to my stomach…. " screamed John."Don't say that," begged Mark.There was blood coming out." Somehow or other, the boy added, he found himself dragged once again to his feet, then the knife plunged back in. "Don't let that be the last thing you are saying."And so John crumpled, a drained, pallid figure muted forever, he thought, by the tall, light-haired boy he considered "perfect" and "out of my league."Minutes passed, perhaps as many as 20.For days he lay on a respirator, treated with painkillers and antibiotics, saying little.In Wythenshawe Hospital, where he spent more than a week, John asked to see a psychiatrist, but this was Britain, home of the dilatory National Health Service.
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Despite his mother's pleas, the teenager was put on a waiting list. When pressed by police, the boy would finally concede, reluctantly and only after changing his story several times, that it was his best friend, Mark, who had stabbed him, though John said he had no idea why.
(These are not their real names.)"I love you, bro," Mark told his younger friend as he plunged in the knife."Mark did it once, stood up, holding me, did it again," the victim told police. People will hear, please be quiet," the older teenager told him."You've killed me!
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