The Crack-Shot and The Archers

Chapter 4 - What You've All Been Waiting For - P.3

I wake up from falling unconscious.  I was still in the same place.  Feeling even more pain from before.

Okay, here we go.

I make an attempt to get up and... I succeeded.

I was keeping myself up against the wall.  Head pounding, ribs broken and struggled breathing.

The closest friend is... my phone, just upstairs.

...

I make it back to the apartment after a very struggled climb up the stairs.

The place was a mess, just like me.  I take my phone from the kitchen table and call... Kate.  She needs to know.

It rings for a few seconds and she picks up.

Kate: Jack, is everything okay?  Where are you?

Jack: I- I... I need help.  I'm not doing so good.

Kate: Where are you?  I'll come to you.

Jack: Nah... don't come here... it's too dangerous.  I'll- I'll meet you... at... this address.  (The address)

Kate: Okay.  Please be safe.

Jack: Ye- Yeah.

I hang up.

It's not far from here.  I was going to Frank's hideout.  Probably the safest place.

...

It's been 10 minutes and I was still on my way there.

I was practically carrying myself up the sidewalk.

I kept doing so but then a car rolls down the road in front of me.  I look at it but it was blacked out and it was nighttime so I couldn't get a good enough look at who's inside it.  At least it wasn't Wilson.

It stops and out gets...

Frank: Well, look who it is.

Jack: Oh... hey, Frank.

Frank: Someone sure done a number on you.

Jack: Uh-huh.  Let me guess... Kate found you?

Frank: Yeah.  Said you'd need help, said you weren't doing so good and that I needed to get you to her.

Jack: And...?

Frank: I figured I owed you after that whole David business.

Jack: Ah... that's nice of you.

I fall down against the wall and Frank comes over.

Frank: Come on, asshole.  Don't die just yet.

He helps me up and puts my arm around his shoulder.  He helps me into the back of the car.

...

I'd fell unconscious again in the car but we were back in Frank's underground hideout.

He was just helping me out of the car. I see Kate and she comes over.

Kate: Oh my god.

She looked worried.

Frank: Help me. He's lazy.

Jack: Ha!

Kate helps me aswell.

The two take me over to a bed and lay me on it.

Frank: Your gonna need to be patched up. If you can do the basics, I'll call a friend to help with the bad shit.

Kate: I think I can manage this.