Jaws of Death

Chapter 19

He woke up with his eyes burning. His body felt like he'd been run over by a truck. The fatigue was unimaginable. There was an IV connected to his arm. He tried to plug it out but a pain shot through his entire shoulder making him scream out in agony. The door opened and a middle aged man rushed in.

"Hey! What's..what did you do? God, thank god, you're awake!"

Mexican, from the way he spoke with an accent. The man walked over and began adjusting the IV. But he would have none of it.

"Let me go! Take that... off me!"

The Mexican laid an arm on his shoulder. "Please, you need to rest! You've been shot and luckily enough, it missed your heart and got your shoulder. I live above the restaurant, they brought you here. I couldn't operate to get the bullets out but I've done the best I could. Please stay calm."

"How long was I out?"

"Well, I gave you a lot of morphine for the pain. It was strong enough to put you in a drowsy state for two days."

He tried to get up, alarmed. "Two days?! Jesus!"

The Mexican tried to calm him down but he had already pulled out the IV, trying not to hurt his arm too much. There was a ton of bandage and a makeshift cast over his left arm. Thankfully, he was a rightie. Propping himself up, looking at the world through the curtains of drowsiness, he turned to the man beside him.

"Listen to me. Thanks for saving my life. I know what happened to me and I've been through such shit before. I can handle myself. I need to go! I have just few hours left."

The Mexican's protests died down in his throat. He seemed like a quiet man, someone who preferred not to argue too much. Instead, he helped him stand up. The grogginess at the initial stages reduced after he took a couple of steps. Morphine was wearing off, as he knew it would. That was what had woken him up in the first place. An hour from now, he would be awake as fuck.

He took a look at his shoulder and examined his locomotory control. His left hand had limited to no use. At best, he could use his fingers a bit. But that's it. For tonight, He would have to rely on his right completely.

The Mexican looked concerned. "Do you need anything else before you go?"

He looked at his arm and grunted. "Is my Van here? Can you drive me?"

"Your van? That is still outside the restaurant, I guess. Where do you want me to drive you?"

"To the Docks!"