So this is in a different point of view from the first chapter. The person whose point of view this is in is unnamed at this point and will only be referred to as him.
He didn't understand. The last thing he remembered was fighting off those guys. It was stupid; he shouldn't have even fought them over two bucks. Still, that two bucks and the backpack of clothes were all he had in the world.
He knows he got stabbed, he was well aware of what that felt like. Still, why was he in a hospital? Oh… the cops had come. There was one guy there, kept calling him something strange. What was it? Josie, Jeffie, Jackie, Jamie?
Jamie.
That cop kept calling him Jamie. Who was Jamie? He'd never met a Jamie that he knew of. Oh well. Still apparently being this Jamie meant that he'd been taken to a hospital.
The next thing he knew he was coming to on a bed. He flexed his fingers first, then his arms. He took the cannula out of his nose before sitting up. He needed to find his clothes and leave. He wasn't this Jamie and he didn't have the money to pay the hospital bill.
When he sat up he saw a man standing at the door. Just standing there. He didn't know what the man wanted. Was the man there to kick him out? He was already planning to leave.
No. Instead the man stepped forward and asked how he was. Next a woman came in asking the same question. Soon the whole room was full of people. They must be Jamie's family is all he can think. What other reason would there be for them all be in this room. Still, one of them must realize that he is not Jamie.
None seem to.
He doesn't trust them. He doesn't trust anybody. He thinks they can tell that he doesn't feel comfortable around them. Too bad. He'd leave if he could but the man hasn't moved past the door.
The man received a phone call. He looks confused. Maybe it's this Jamie everyone is mistaking him for. That would be good. He could leave once they know he's not who they think he is.
The man looks straight at him and utters one word, "Jack"
Well, he's not being called Jamie. Now he's being called Jack.
It's time to stop this. His name is not Jamie and it's not Jack. He shakes his head in the negative, hoping the man understands what he's saying.
The man starts barreling forward. He flinches and jumps off the bed before the man can touch him. Everyone in the room freezes, there's a voice yelling over the phone, calling 'Dad' over and over again. The voice sounds familiar. He thinks it's what his voice sounds like though he's rarely ever heard his own voice.
"Jack?" The third oldest male asks. The third oldest is wearing a suit and tie, badge and gun clipped to his belt. Cop. He doesn't like cops.
The man hasn't stopped staring at him though he still answers the third oldest, "It's Jack; Danny."
All right. So the third oldest was Danny. At least the cop had a name. He still doesn't like cops though.
"Dad, That's Jamie" the woman says. She has darker hair, like Danny's and she was wearing a skirt and dress shirt.
"No." The man responds, "Jamie's on the phone wondering where we all are."
The oldest man surges forward and takes the phone with a speed he didn't think was possible for someone so old.
"Jamie?" The oldest man asks in shock.
Everyone stares at the oldest man, everyone except the one still staring at him.
"Well?" one of the small boys asks, "Is it him Pop?"
The oldest man, Pop, repeats himself excitedly, "Jamie! We thought you'd been stabbed…. Well your dad got a call saying you were at St. Victor's…. Yes we're all here… well… There is someone… he looks just like you… Alright, see you soon."
"Well?" The woman prompted impatiently.
"Jamie's on his way over" Pop smiled.
Pop then turned to look at him, just like the man was. Everyone was looking at him again. He didn't like this. He was backed into a corner with seven people just staring at him.
"Jack?" Pop asked.
Again he shook his head in the negative. He was not Jack. They'd all just established that he wasn't Jamie why were they calling him Jack?
He didn't want to stay there. He didn't like this. Slowly he edged forward but kept his distance from the man, from all of them. They all seemed to respect his desire to refrain from touching them because they moved aside and let him pass between them. Once at the dresser he started searching for his clothes. He found none.
The man stepped forward and held a hand out, not touching but hovering uncomfortably close.
"They have your clothes as evidence." The man explained slowly.
He frowned. That was the only pair of jeans he owned, and being one shirt down wasn't good – he only had three. Also, those were his only sandals. He had no shoes now. Sighing he knew that there was nothing he could do about it.
Cops were stupid. Why'd they take his clothes as evidence? Didn't they think that he might need something to wear? No, of course not. They just took whatever they wanted whenever they wanted.
Looking away from the man he saw his backpack sitting on a chair. He snatched it up and headed straight for what he assumed was a bathroom. No one stopped him.
Quickly he changed into his shorts and a t-shirt, throwing a pair of boxers on underneath. With his clothes confiscated he now had two shirts (one he was wearing) one pair of shorts (wearing) and two boxers (again one he was wearing). He had no shoes or sandals and no money. Well, he'd been in worse situations before. At least his music was still there.
Smiling slightly he slipped the refashioned hearing aid in. He'd found it some years back… about ten now he thinks, and gutted the thing. He then put in a small xm radio so that he'd always have his music. Yes he had tapped into the xm satellite to receive free play constantly but he needed his music.
The last thing in the backpack was a bottle of water. It was almost empty so he chugged what was left and filled it again at the sink. It was starting to wear down, he'd have to find a new one soon.
After preparing himself he stepped back out into the hospital room fully expecting to see it empty now that they knew he wasn't Jamie. Instead the seven people from earlier were still present along with two more. An older woman with blond hair who was standing next to Danny and…
Someone who looked just like him.