King of Hearts

Chapter 18 – Odds of The Bank Robber.

Twig's POV, Saint Judy Hospital, Los Angeles, The next morning.

"Ughhh...? Beep. Beep. Beep."

My eyes felt like bricks as I managed to barely open them to the light around me.

Everything was so bright. The walls, the ceiling, the bed I was in.

As I struggled to get a hold of my head I came across the memories of my past condition.

Remp killed Trent and shot me to shit, before breaking off with our money and burning our safe house to the ground with me barely in it.

My head thumped as I recalled having to jump out the window.

As I gently lifted up my hand to rub out the gook in my eyes, I panicked as a nurse came in looking as dull as a troll to check on me.

"Okay, let's see how he's doing today." She stated as she found me staring at her from the bed.

Her eyes widened in what looked like shock as I said.

"Ahhh...hi?"

Immediately she ran for the exit shouting.

"Doctor! I need a doctor!"

"I'm fine!" I shouted to her as she was rushed by more then a few people in confusion of my state.

As people began to pile in around me a doctor stated.

"He's alive! I don't believe it!"

I grew confused as a few of the nurses were pushed aside from behind the crowd.

"Get out! He's my patent! Everyone out!"

The doctors of all sorts quickly exited leaving me with one human male. He was a tall white man with turtle shell glasses, and with a smile he said to me.

"Your one lucky SOB, you know that?"

Looking to my chest that was wrapped up I replied.

"I would guess so. How long was I out?"

Getting to my side he replied calmly.

"About eighteen hours. Pretty good for a guy in your condition. We were beginning to think you were trapped in a coma or something."

Looking into his eyes I replied.

"Getting shot a bunch I can understand. Am I okay?"

Nodding the man replied.

"We got all the bullets out when the police brought you in. I'm not going to lie sir you looked dead on the stretcher when they wheeled you into my room."

I chuckled slightly as he went on.

"You took four rounds to chest and by god your were lucky nothing important was hit. I would like to know how you managed such."

I slowly replied.

"I don't have answer for you sadly doctor. Guess it was just luck is all."

Nodding he replied.

"Well your the luckiest man alive let me tell you. As for your legs you took two in each. The left one we got stable, but you'll be limping on your right for a few days. They went pretty deep. I had to dig in to find all the shards that broke off."

Looking to my legs I asked.

"Any permanent damage?"

Shaking his head he replied.

"None. As I said your the luckiest man alive."

Giving him a smile I replied.

"I can't even begin to thank you."

Taking my hand I had offered him he replied.

"You don't have too. It's my job and you for a fact had me at work."

Gently releasing him, I looked to the door to find an officer waiting.

The doctor noticed and then stated.

"This officer is going to ask you a few questions if you don't mind sir."

Nodding I replied.

"Not at all."

As the doctor approached the door the officer stated.

"I'll only be a few minutes."

"Take your time." Urged the doctor as I looked to the officer before me.

He gently sat down next to me in a small waiting chair, and as we locked eyes he smiled and said.

"So I get to finally talk to the guy who defied death. Eight bullets man, that's enough to put any guy your size down."

Nodding I replied.

"I should be dead."

Nodding back the officer replied.

"Well your not, and at least we get the chance to find out what went down at that apartment we found you at. First of all, what's your name? I'm Ken."

Taking his hand I replied.

"I'm Twig."

Shaking my hand he then said.

"I want to know what happened Twig. Take your time and try to remember. Can you do that for me?"

Nodding quickly I replied.

"I know what happened. I don't know why it happened but it did for some reason."

In interest the officer urged.

"Then please, explain what happened Twig."

I watched in confusion of what I was bound to come up with to cover my own ass as he got out a notepad.

As soon as he was ready I started.

"I was at home sleeping on the couch. When I heard someone bashing on the door."

"Bashing?" Questioned Ken as I nodded.

"Yeah, they were yelling for me to let them in."

"There was more then one attacker?" Questioned Ken as I shook my head.

"There were three of them. All armed to the teeth with automatics. They locked the door behind them as I was forced back on the couch."

"What did they look like?" Wondered Ken as I tried to come up with an answer.

"I couldn't tell you. They wore masks. Ski masks."

Nodding Ken then asked.

"What species?"

"A wolf and two hedgehogs."

Jotting it down Ken then asked.

"What happened next?"

Taking my time to get my back straight I replied.

"They were arguing. Something about money. I think the hedgehogs wanted a bigger cut or something of it."

Nodding Ken then stated.

"A bank was robbed around the same time we found you Twig. The people you encountered were the robbers."

Looking into his eyes I replied.

"Oh my god."

Gently getting back my attention, Ken asked.

"How did you get shot so much? Did you try to run?"

Shaking my head I replied.

"No, I stayed seated. One of the hedgehogs covered me to make sure I wouldn't run and as they did that I watched the other two continue to argue."

"Okay." Said Ken as I continued.

"Things got out of control real fast. The wolf started to shoot his friend and after he was dead did they try to kill me."

"Then what?" Wondered Ken as I finished.

"They other two ran out of the house and I think gassed the outside of the building. Cause when I pulled through the first time I found fire at my front door. I had to get out through the kitchen window."

Nodding the officer replied.

"The doc said you hit real hard."

Agreeing I replied in slight pain.

"I can feel."

"Anything else you remember Twig?"

Shaking my head I replied.

"Not a thing after hitting the ground."

Patting my shoulder Ken asked.

"You got any family we can contact? I'm sure they want to see that your okay."

Looking down I replied.

"I used to. Anyone that isn't out of country is dead. I'm here alone sad to say."

Gently nodding Ken replied.

"Alright. Well listen, the doctor is going to check you out and if your ready we can release you today? How's that sound?"

Giving a small smile I replied.

"Thank you."

Once again patting my side, officer Ken urged.

"Feel better."

As he turned to leave I replied.

"I'll try."

As soon as he was gone the doctor came back to begin his tests. Not soon after was I willing to leave. Hospitals were never the place for me. And I have to find Remp. He may think I'm dead, but I'll show him. For Broth and for Trent. I'll make sure he pays for his betrayal."

The second I limped my way outside however it was a news blast. My whole body fell still as reporter after reporter ran at me to ask a series of questions.

"Are you okay!?"

"Who were your attackers!?"

"Where they the alleged bank robbers who managed to steal over half a million dollars from the federal government!?"

I tried to push my way by as they continued to follow in a fierce pursuit.

"Give us something sir!?" One reporter begged as I finally looked back into the cameras and microphones.

"I was just shot eight times. I barely pulled through and in fact, I'd rather be dead then alive knowing they got away with it all."

"Can you tell us anything about the attack!?" Another lady asked as I nodded and replied.

"They were a team. Organized and deadly. The leader gunned me down without second guessing."

"Do you know what they looked like!?" A man asked to my right as I shook my head.

"They wore ski masks. I can't say."

"So they were the bank robbers!?" Questioned another as I looked back to the street to hail a taxi.

"Mr!? Is there anything you want to say to the criminals who attempted to kill you!?" A reporter asked as I looked back into the camera with force in my eyes.

"I want the man who shot me to know I will never forgive him for his crime. I also want him to know that he will be found, and once found he will be killed for his actions pressed upon me and all the people who died that day."

The reporters began to pop out more questions as a cab pulled over for me.

Getting in with pain I ordered.

"Get us out of here."

The man nodded and once clear he asked.

"Where would you like to go sir?"

Every thought passed me by as an option as to where to look for Remp, but I knew he would have fled by now. He's probably already gone in the wind. If I was going to find him I knew I had to get help.

After some well placed seconds of thinking I made up my mind and began my trip down another dark road I'm so use to traveling.