The Law

Four.

- Erik Morgan -

I lay in a hospital bed. Knees weak, arms slouched to the side. All of my thoughts are just racing on why I exactly robbed the gas station. Was I mad? I chuckle a bit as I pull up my phone and breathe a hopeful breath when I get a message from Williams.

I smile and text him back, telling him something happened and telling him to get to the hospital as soon as he could. I knew I only had at least 3 weeks to get the hell out of this hospital until I have to go to prison.

I might turn into an escaped prisoner when I escape the hospital, but I know Williams or at least Parker could help. More of Williams since me and Parker haven't been in contact for over 2 years after the rumble went down. 

I soon start to hear this noise of a song playing in my head, a bit annoying for my liking, quickly taking off the IV and other stuff that I had on, hopping off my bed as I quickly fall to the ground and hold my stomach, as the song started to grow louder, sounded like it was coming from my stomach or chest.

I slowly started to get up to make my way over to the door, to try and call for a nurse. I jiggle the door handle but it's locked. I limp back over to my bed and right when I lay down and put my IV back in, the song starts playing again.

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- Joshua Williams -

I walk into the Hospital a few hours after Erik texted me. I exchanged some words and had to pay $50 to even enter the room for one hour. I look at Erik once I enter and a sharp pain fills my body by seeing scrapes and scars across his face.

"Shit. What the hell happened to you?" I ask with a chuckle escaping my lips. "Man. Fuck you, what happened to you? Looks like you've been getting fucked for 7 hours straight." Erik says softly until a few coughs escape his mouth. 

"Fucking police shot me, man- Just tried to get some money." He tosses and turns himself so he can get comfortable. "Why? We have enough money you retard. You're lucky the clerk didn't shoot you." I sigh.

I try to understand the logic that went into the plan that Erik tried to do. "Look, when's your stay up? I'll come and get you out a couple of days before." I ask, scratching the back of my head.

"2 months from now. Shit. Get me out now." He said with a soft injured tone. "You're barely even able to talk, what makes you think you're able to move?" I say with an aggressive tone, seeming quite loud.

Erik shakes his head. "You're right. Just go." He tosses himself to where he's not looking at me anymore. "One more thing. Colt Miller's back in town." Erik tosses himself to where he was now looking back at me, with a surprised expression on his face.

"That little shit? Guess I'll run him back out of town." Erik snickered, coughing some more as I interject while he's coughing. "Not that easy this time, I was- I fucked his girlfriend. Now he's coming for me, maybe you, maybe Julian and West. Oh, yeah also. We got West, he's fine. But, dude. He's got a trigger finger this time."

"Like he didn't have one before? He blew Julian's knee-cap out of his damn leg." I shake my head. "You just don't get it, do you? You're not gonna be the one to take him down this time, especially not with the condition you're in." I say, starting to walk out of the room.

He interrupts when I put my hand on the doorknob. "Look, you just kill that guy, give him hell. Destroy Chicago while you're at it." I nod as I leave the room.

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𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎: 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒅

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The song of Lollipops plays in Erik's head, annoying him.