Leah had the flu. She didn't want to leave her bed, much less the house, but she would fail if she missed another night class. So, she signed in, dozed through the lecture, then waited for her cab in a haze of nausea.

Suddenly, she felt a blade against her back. "Gimme your purse. Now."

It took Leah a moment to jump. What had he demanded? Where was her mace?

"Now, bitch!"

Panic surged inside her. . . and something else. She vomited straight onto the mugger.

Horrified, he sprinted away. Leah smiled. Her head was finally clear.

. . .

(This really happened to a friend of mine! She's a badass. . . even when practically bedridden.)