Chapter 16
Reed looks up to see a dark figure walk into the room, fear runs through him.
The figure dressed in a ski mask trench coat, black pants and a black T-shirt, walks over to Greg.
" Give me your shirt" He demands in a hate filled tone.
Greg complies not wanting a bullet in his head.
The figure walks over to Reed, he freezes smelling whiskey on the mans breath.
The figure bends down, and pulls on the metal in Reeds leg.
Feeling a blinding pain in his leg Reed lets out a yelp.
" stop stop stop." he says quickly
In one blinding yank the figure pulls the big piece of metal out of Reed leg.
Reed bites his lip tears running down his face, blood starts pouring out of the wound, he takes his shirt off and presses on the wound still biting his lip, not wanting to give the bastard the satisfaction of hearing him yelp again.
He hears the figure leave the room, then Greg coming over to help him.
" aare you ook?" he stutters at Greg, he looks up to see shirtless Greg sitting in front of him, he notices the scars all over his back and neck, but decides to ask him about it later.
" Yea I'm fine." He answers moving Reed's shaking hand to see the wound.
" Shit." he says wincing at the deep wound.
Reed avoids looking at it , he closes his eyes.
" It's bad isn't it ?"
"um… no." He lies
" Liar.." He laughs
"Ok sooo it's pretty bed."
He takes the shirt and Wraps it around the wound.
"Reed this is going to hurt a bit."
Reed laughs at the understatement
"One…Two..Three." He pulls the shirt as tight as he can.
Reed gasps, tears and sweat dripping down his face.
Yet again he finds him self not able to catch his breath.
He opens his eyes to see Greg looking at him.
" Take slow steady breaths." He instructs calmly.
Reed obeys after a while he is calmed down but exhausted, he leans his head against the cold stone wall.
A silence fills the air for a while.
" What are those scars from??" Reed asks
" huh??, oh those."
"yea."
" I worked in a lab, it blew up I got burnt."
"owww."
" not really didn't hurt that bad."
" No owww."
Greg realizes he was pressing down on Reed leg, he lifts his hand.
" Sorry Dude."
"It's ok." He says his eyes rolling in the back of his head.
"Sleep I'll stand guard."
Reed pushes him self in to laying position on the linoleum floor.
He drifts off, finally he is sleeping.