The violent suspects became cowards as a result of that alone. Titus thinks his response startled his assailants, who probably assumed they would lose this battle, and both of them fled the place in a hurry.
Sadly, the harm had already been done. “My brain has kind of broken up my memory of the evening, and that’s what happens with traumatic brain injuries,” Titus acknowledged.
Adding that although he has a distinct memory of the assault, leaving a brunch at around five or six o’clock in the evening is the last thing he can fully recall before the attack.
The next thing Titus remembered after the horrific experience was climbing the stairs to his friend’s flat, where he was staying, blood streaming down his back from a head wound.
“I stood on a street corner in the cold, my head hurting, and I was bleeding, and I didn’t really realize how bad the injury was,” Titus recounted. “All I wanted to do was go home, put a bandage on my head, and sleep.”
Titus didn’t contact 911 because he thought the police would take a while to arrive, but when he woke up the following morning with blood all over his pillowcase, he thought it might be a good idea to have the injuries examined.
