Chapter 3: Barely hanging on
Hyde bought a spray paint can from the graffiti people. He went up to the hospital and started writing, 'MADISON HOSPITAL SUCKS'. Then the cops saw him.
"Hey you!" an old, fat cop yelled. "Drop the paint or you're going to jail!" "What the hell ever." Hyde laughed. The cop grabbed Hyde's wrists and cuffed him. Hyde wasn't even struggling. "Why are you going so crazy, kid?" the cop asked, meaning 'going crazy' by being dumb enough to spray paint on a building out in the open. "Don't call me kid, fatso!" Hyde yelled. He kicked the cop in his shin. "That's it, jackass." the cop winced. He threw Hyde into the car, got in the driver's seat, and went to Madison Public Jail.
He threw Hyde into a cell alone. "You're nuts, kiddo." he said. "Get the hell away from me!" Hyde said, grabbing the bars of the cell. "Why would you be so stupid as to paint MCH?" the cop asked. "I just wanted to see my girlfriend. She's in Intensive Care, and I only wanted to see her. Then the doc threw me out. She is all I have left." Hyde said, blinking back tears.
The cop felt sorry for him, but couldn't break the laws. "I would let you out, but I can't. Sorry. You can go at morning." the cop said. "Really?" Hyde asked. "Yeah. I guess." the cop sighed, knowing he was lying for Hyde. "What's your name?" he asked Hyde. "Steven Hyde." Hyde said. "Hmm, sounds familiar..." the cop replied. Hyde shrugged. Then the cop started to read the newspaper, leaving Hyde only praying Jackie was alright.
