*beep* *beep* *beep*
I swear to god, if this is a hospital, i'm going to murder someone. I slowly opened my eyes and saw I was in fact, in a hospital.
Greeeaaattt....
Suddenly, I was aware of someone sleeping in the chair, next to my bed... eep.
I squeaked and tried to get out of the bed, but found a nice new shiny pair of hand cuff's attaching me to the bed.
Son of a bitch.
I quickly pulled my wiring out and it all went off. I winced and the guy's eyes snapped open and looked at me "You're finally awake"
I didn't answer but instead, I wrestled with the hand cuff's.
"Good thing too, since your little stunt has put a stop in our investigation. But, the doctor's have cleared you to be taken in for questioning"
I glared at him, but I didn't answer.
"I'll get the doctor" he knocked on the door and whispered to someone. I quickly ripped open the medical equipment's tube and pulled out a wire. I started on the hand cuff's lock.
"Ha, seem's you have some skill with this type of thing" I looked up and the guy hand cuffed my other hand to the other side of the bed... damn.
~
I was escorted by Agent Derek Morgan and Agent Alex Blake. I was my clothes, thank god. A cardigan, with a singlet shirt underneath and jeans.
I was being tugged along by Morgan, my converse were in un-even strides and the metal from the hand cuff's were digging into my wrists. I was shoved into the back and I sat there, completely bored out of my mind.
I wish the pill's worked.
Then I wouldn't be here, hand cuffed and having hand gun's shoved in my face every single damn time I try to get rid of my wedgey.
~
I sat in an uncomfortable chair, with only a table and a mirror as my friend. I looked around then face planted on the table.
B.O.R.E.D.
The door opened, after sitting here for four hour's. I looked up to see Derek Morgan.
He storm's over to me and slam's the table. I didn't jump, or flinch, instead, I decided to smirkat him "What's got you so ticked off?"
He narrows his eyes at me "Why'd you do it?"
"Do what?" I asked him, cheerfully, i'm going to annoy him.
"Kill John Smith"
I stared at him "Who?"
~
After around five hour's of him, banging the table, yelling at me, accusing me, screaming at me, and I just sat there, looking at him in amusement.
"So, tired yet?" I chirped.
He sigh's and look's at me, "Great, since you're giving up on trying to make me be a murderer, I'm hungry"
He look's taken back "What?"
"I haven't eaten since Monday, you guy's interrupted me eating my sandwich, and I hope you guy's pay for a new door, money's tight these day's"
He stare's at me and walk's out the room, well, now i'm going to starve.
~
Two hour's and thirty three minutes and twenty seven seconds, and I have nothing. My stomach is practically eating itself.
