karma in action

if, by chance, you happen to be Meth County's eminent and most sought after car thief, and you have, in the last few months, focused much of your attention on the vehicles in the Meth Central Med Center's parking lot, and many of the vehicles you have stolen or broken into belong to Meth Central Med Center's employees, and you decide to get stabbed by a butcher knife while mumble mumble mumble mumble (the details are still a little unclear here), and the stab wound goes into your abdomen, through your liver, through your diaphragm, and into your lung, and the person who stabs you feels some remorse (and perhaps the long arm of the law tightening around their neck) and decides to dump you in the ambulance bay of an ER, where you proceed to bleed all over the asphalt and screech loudly enough to wake the dead, or at least the security guard, you may not want to be carrying your lock-picking set or threaten the caregivers attending you that they better make sure you don't die. Better yet, you may want to gently inform your assailant that the ER on the other side of town may be preferable for future stab and dumps. The compassion index might be a tad higher.

Maybe.