Possibly final entry...
[locked till someone shows up]
"What's taking so long?" Jeremy asked, annoyed. His friend, Matt was alternating between pacing and looking out of the windows. Sid was doing the best he could with the tools he had, but this was no dead body. The gun in the room wasn't helping matters either. At least they had released his hands so he could work on the young injured teen. So far, all he'd been able to do is slow the bleeding but this Jeremy character actually wanted the bullet out. Which Sid had told him was not a good idea...and Jeremy put the gun to his temple again and Sid decided to keep his mouth shut. He didn't like the unsanitary conditions for this poor kid either. The sawdust was everywhere and they were only working on a workbench in the middle of a warehouse.
Sid sighed with his tweezers in hand. "Its in there pretty deep..." he paused before adding as gently as he could, "He really should see a proper doctor..."
"I told you so," Matt jumped in, walking back from his umteenth check of the windows. "The guy's not a real doctor."
"What does that matter?" Jeremy retorted back. "Doctor's a doctor and what were we gonna do? Take him to a hospital? One look at him and the cops would be all over us."
"Your fault he came with us anyway," Matt said with a scowl. "That kid brother of yours doesn't know when to stay away from a fight." Jeremy didn't take that well at all. He jumped up from his seat and got in Matt's face. "You leave him out of this, ok? We're just gonna get him patched up and then we're all bookin it to Canada. Right?"
Matt grudgingly agreed. "I know, I just think that we've got to hurry. I mean, what if he doesn't mak..."
"He's gonna make it," Jeremy cut him off. He gave Sid a glare, fingering the handle of his gun meaningfully. "He's gonna make it."
"Good plan," Sid said before returning to his delicate work. One that doesn't include me apparently, he thought to himself. He'd seen their faces, there was no way they would keep him around afterward. The kit he had did have a few sharp objects, but the other two men had guns. Sid wiped a drop of sweat off of his forehead and tried to concentrate on keeping the boy in front of him alive...
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"What's taking so long?" Jeremy asked, annoyed. His friend, Matt was alternating between pacing and looking out of the windows. Sid was doing the best he could with the tools he had, but this was no dead body. The gun in the room wasn't helping matters either. At least they had released his hands so he could work on the young injured teen. So far, all he'd been able to do is slow the bleeding but this Jeremy character actually wanted the bullet out. Which Sid had told him was not a good idea...and Jeremy put the gun to his temple again and Sid decided to keep his mouth shut. He didn't like the unsanitary conditions for this poor kid either. The sawdust was everywhere and they were only working on a workbench in the middle of a warehouse.
Sid sighed with his tweezers in hand. "Its in there pretty deep..." he paused before adding as gently as he could, "He really should see a proper doctor..."
"I told you so," Matt jumped in, walking back from his umteenth check of the windows. "The guy's not a real doctor."
"What does that matter?" Jeremy retorted back. "Doctor's a doctor and what were we gonna do? Take him to a hospital? One look at him and the cops would be all over us."
"Your fault he came with us anyway," Matt said with a scowl. "That kid brother of yours doesn't know when to stay away from a fight." Jeremy didn't take that well at all. He jumped up from his seat and got in Matt's face. "You leave him out of this, ok? We're just gonna get him patched up and then we're all bookin it to Canada. Right?"
Matt grudgingly agreed. "I know, I just think that we've got to hurry. I mean, what if he doesn't mak..."
"He's gonna make it," Jeremy cut him off. He gave Sid a glare, fingering the handle of his gun meaningfully. "He's gonna make it."
"Good plan," Sid said before returning to his delicate work. One that doesn't include me apparently, he thought to himself. He'd seen their faces, there was no way they would keep him around afterward. The kit he had did have a few sharp objects, but the other two men had guns. Sid wiped a drop of sweat off of his forehead and tried to concentrate on keeping the boy in front of him alive...
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