(GUS)
I knock on the door of 204. "Mr. Spencer?" I say, peeking in.
"Come in." a voice says.
I walk in, and am surprised by his condition. I try not to let it show. It doesn't work.
"Gus? What are you doing here?" he asks.
"Why wouldn't I come after my best friend and his dad go missing, only to turn up hurt?"
"Speaking of, how's Shawn? They literally won't tell me anything." He says, worry in his voice.
"They only say he's in surgery, but it's been hours. I hope everything's going all right." I explain.
"Well me too."
"Mr. Spencer, can I ask you something?" I ask.
"Sure."
"I know Lassie and Juliet pretty much explained, but what happened?"
"I figured somebody would ask soon enough. Uh, well, the first night we were there, we decided to take some practice shots. Shawn won a bet, and I was handing him the money when I blacked out. When I woke up, we were both tied to trees. He attacked both of us several times. I don't know how many times I woke up or was attacked, but I do remember Shawn escaping to get help. I'm guessing he did." Henry explains to me.
After relating it with the previous story, I decide to tell him at least one thing I know.
"Well Shawn got help. In a roundabout way. When he was running, I'm guessing when he escaped, he ran into the road. Mr. Spencer, he got hit by a car. They figured you'd be near, and a search team found you.
He seems shocked by what I said. "What? Is he okay? When can I see him?"
"Last I heard he was still in surgery. They said that he was in critical condition. Lassie and Jules are in the waiting room. They'd like to come in after me, if that's all right?" I say.
"Uh, yeah, sure. Will you keep me posted on Shawn?" he asks.
"Of course. I'm going to send one of them in now." I say goodbye, then turn away.
In the waiting room, I walk up and gently pat the sleeping female detective on the arm. "Your turn."