The guards, or so they seemed to be, were rough with me. They picked up the chair with no regard to my orientation, and they stood it back up on the ground. One of them looked at me. He was a very large person, and he had gray hair. His nose whistled when he breathed, and his shirt smelled of Old Spice. He didn't seem like the others, who were equally large, but also buff.
"Okay... Jack. Open your mouth."
I thought about the blood that would pour out of my mouth. Would holding it in my mouth keep me from losing too much blood? I shook my head.
Old Spice stood up, nose whistling in disappointment. He nodded at one of the guards, who opened up a metal first aid kit. Some shuffling in the container, and he came out with a syringe in his hand. I am not afraid of anything - except for needles.
I spit out the glass-blood mixture from my mouth, and the guards jumped back. "Please! I'll do what you want! Just... no needles!"
"Ah, that's better. Guard," Old Spice motions with his hands "hand him some gauze." He studies me, smiling as he pretended to realize I'm still tied up. What a dick. Luckily, the guard was friendly and placed the gauze in my mouth. In any other circumstance, I wouldn't go near that stuff.
The three workers watched me calm down and replaced my gauze supply for the next half hour until more medical help arrived. A metal carrier bed was unfolded in the room, and I was given five minutes to walk around, untied. My legs creaked, and my arms tingled with new circulation.
After I was tied to the bed, Old Spice sat next to me. Flecks of brown could be seen in his green eyes as he faced me. He sighed, and his nose whistled again. "So... How many times have you attempted suicide, or was this new?"
Gauze flew out of my mouth. "WHAT?! No! You're mistaken. I was just trying to get out of here!"
He frowned. "Okay, okay. What's your story, then?"
I paused, trying to formulate a sentence. "Well, I tried to do hotwire a floor of cars and rearrange them so it was impossible for anyone to get their cars out. Then, an employee pulled out a gun and started shooting at me. Next, I saw dozens of your mercs and I kept running for the exit. Next thing I know, I'm here, tied to a chair, with a light bulb aimed at my face. I panicked, and thought I could get a sharp piece of glass and cut some of the rope." His expressions told me he thought I was pulling this story out of my ass.
"Bullshit." And with that, he walked away, leaving me back in a room, Tied to a metal bed.
"Okay... Jack. Open your mouth."
I thought about the blood that would pour out of my mouth. Would holding it in my mouth keep me from losing too much blood? I shook my head.
Old Spice stood up, nose whistling in disappointment. He nodded at one of the guards, who opened up a metal first aid kit. Some shuffling in the container, and he came out with a syringe in his hand. I am not afraid of anything - except for needles.
I spit out the glass-blood mixture from my mouth, and the guards jumped back. "Please! I'll do what you want! Just... no needles!"
"Ah, that's better. Guard," Old Spice motions with his hands "hand him some gauze." He studies me, smiling as he pretended to realize I'm still tied up. What a dick. Luckily, the guard was friendly and placed the gauze in my mouth. In any other circumstance, I wouldn't go near that stuff.
The three workers watched me calm down and replaced my gauze supply for the next half hour until more medical help arrived. A metal carrier bed was unfolded in the room, and I was given five minutes to walk around, untied. My legs creaked, and my arms tingled with new circulation.
After I was tied to the bed, Old Spice sat next to me. Flecks of brown could be seen in his green eyes as he faced me. He sighed, and his nose whistled again. "So... How many times have you attempted suicide, or was this new?"
Gauze flew out of my mouth. "WHAT?! No! You're mistaken. I was just trying to get out of here!"
He frowned. "Okay, okay. What's your story, then?"
I paused, trying to formulate a sentence. "Well, I tried to do hotwire a floor of cars and rearrange them so it was impossible for anyone to get their cars out. Then, an employee pulled out a gun and started shooting at me. Next, I saw dozens of your mercs and I kept running for the exit. Next thing I know, I'm here, tied to a chair, with a light bulb aimed at my face. I panicked, and thought I could get a sharp piece of glass and cut some of the rope." His expressions told me he thought I was pulling this story out of my ass.
"Bullshit." And with that, he walked away, leaving me back in a room, Tied to a metal bed.
