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Bagwell
sat slumped against the wall, applying pressure to the puncture wound
in his arm..Well, as best as he could, anyway. He was hurt all over.
He could have sworn that Geary had cracked a couple of ribs due from
the impact of the blows he was receiving... ...As well as several
other injuries.
T-Bag couldn't think of any other pain worse than
this… …No, wait…Well there was that time when a certain someone
cost him a hand, but besides that…It just hurt too much.
Out of
all the crap that he had gone through through-out his life ,this
comes to a close second.
'Give it up, Teddy...Your little number is over, pal..'
'Not yet..'
'You might as well..'
'Not…Yet!'
'You're not doing ya'self any favours.'
'... …'
'You're gonna die here anyway. Might as well make it easier.'
'I'm not dying'
'What would you call it then, genius?'
'..I'm not dying'
'Sure.'
'I'm not.'
'What exactly are you waiting for? Hmm?'
Images and notions
kept playing and tormenting his mind with flashbacks of his past and
his present.
He didn't want to die. But he could feel something
edging away from him. Something that he has never known nor
experienced before. Not like this.
'Am I dying?'
'Bingo. Now you're catching on!'
He laughed at the mere thought.
'It's aaaall finally caught up with me,has it?'
'It sure has..'
'I'll be damned'