We were in the back of the ambulance. All three of us. Jacob somehow convinced the police to allow him to stay with them and wait for us in the ambulance. Alan had passed out shortly after they subdued Thing.
We'd only been back here for a few minutes and Jacob had already begun grilling me and the Paramedic.
"Max! Are you okay? Oh gosh, your arm! Does it hurt bad? What the crap happened to Alan? Is he dead?!?! Tell me he's not dead Doc!"
"He's Not D–"
"Oh thank Goodness! He looks really bad. So do you Max! It didn't have you for long did it? I hope we got there before the torture got too bad! You aren't going to die, are you Max? Please tell me you aren't! Oh gosh you are, aren't you! DOC!"
"Jacob!" I yell through my gritted teeth. He looks at me surprised, "Shut up. Please?"
"Oh, yeah. Sure. Sorry." He shuts up. The Paramedic lets out a breath. "Thank you young lady." He says in a thick southern accent. I nod. Oh gosh my arm hurts. The Paramedic starts rambling under his breath as he takes notes on both me and my brother. Most I can't make out, but before I follow my brother's example and pass out I hear the word 'Amputate' as he surveys Alan.
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Hide and Go Seek
HorrorSix friends bored and looking for a thrill. What better than a game of high stakes, adrenaline pumping, hide and go seek? *TW* Torture and maiming #184 in scary 12/4/23
