Hello, My Name Is: Death
"Alright," The doctor's voice said, floating up to us from the floor. "Untie me, now."
"You tied him up?" Tabra asked, and I was just as surprised.
"Yea. I always carry supplies with me at all times. So, when I saw him aim a gun at Cyd, but thought it was Tabra, I ran into the room, tackeled him, made him shoot the wall behind Cyd, and then I tied him up with the rope I carry on my belt."
I looked down and saw there was a belt, and it had a gun, a knife, rope, cuffs, and extra things, but he wore a jacket to conceal all of those things so the hospital guards don't get too suspicious and fire at will when he takes a foot into this place. At least, I think that's why he wore a long, sleak black jacket that matched his hair and brought out his bright blue eyes.
Calm it, Cyd. I thought.
"Nice." Tabra said and Jerek smiled his...cute smile...CYD!
"All I know," Jerek said. "We need to get you out of here and back to my place. We'll have Shropee take a look at your battle wound."
"HEY!" The doctor said and Jerek walked over to him, raised his foot and kicked the doc. I heard a grunt and a whimper. Ha, ha!
"Alright, let's go." Tabra went to the bathroom to get dressed out of his scrub-like gown into his day clothes the hospital washed and resewed while they did surgery on him.
When he returned, his shirt and pants looked brand new, and he was ready to go.
"Follow me," Jerek lead the way to Marcee, signed Tabra out, and we followed him to his car.