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Post by Sam Ward on May 29, 2013 14:36:51 GMT 2
How long he’d been out Sam didn’t know but he knew most definetly that he wasn’t ready to open his eyes yet. He had only a vague recollection of what happened before he passed out. His senses were dulled by massive medications but he could still feel a few extremely sore spots on his body. One name kept playing over and over in his mind: Jack…who was Jack? It didn’t matter right now. When he finally opened one to a steady beeping sound he could only see the white pillow his face was pressed against. Slowly he lifted his head to see where he was but regretted the tiny motion instantly as his lower back and shoulder seemed to explode. That’s right. He had been shot…by who? Cops! “Oh damn.” The hired killer muttered with his throat dry and voice hoarse. If there were cops he was probably in custody right now. Forcefully he lifted his head again just to see his right hand was cuffed to the bed frame. Instantly he felt a panick coming on. He couldn’t quite put his finger on all the facts yet but he knew for sure that he was in huge trouble. The beeping sound of the monitor got faster as his heart sped up. “Jack.” He muttered the name of the one and only person he could blame for this ordeal.
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