Check the woman.
From Create Your Own Story
You lean down next to the woman, who is still crying softly. "Are you alright?" You ask.
"No," she says between sobs. "I'm not! He cut me!"
The knife. You get up and go into the apartment, stepping over the twitching man you clobbered, and feel around for the knife. You can't seem to find it anywhere, but as you feel around on the floor, your hands come upon a tubular object with a switch on the side. You lift it up into the light from the fires outside creeping through the windows, and see it's a flashlight. Turning it on, you step back into the hall.
You check the girl. She has a nasty gash on her palm and forearm, and when you try to sit her up she complains that her back is killing her. You figure she probably was thrown into the door. Maybe a broken bone or two?
