I collapsed on the floor, spitting out blood. The doctors may have patched the bullet wounds but the time-sickness was inevitable. There was nothing that they could do about that, because they didn't know it would happen.
Only a few people even knew this was even possible, and most of those who did couldn't do it. I was one of the few who could.
I checked to see if my hand gun was still their, and luckily enough it was. I lost one of the bars of gold, but even though they are rare, they are not very valuable. I started walking out of my sad excuse of a house... which was really just a few sticks leaned against one of the upper classes homes. But before I left, I threw up again. Once I finally recovered I peered outside and it was night.
"Well shit" I whispered to myself. I laid on the wood plank that I call a bed and fell asleep. I had no dream that night.
I woke up the next morning and walked to the market. I pulled out my gold bars and laid them down on Annie's desk.
"How many Qs can I get for these?"
"Not one for saying good morning, then? What happened yesterday? You'd left less than an hour before you were back with 4 shots to the chest, and even then they had to literally drag ya into your shack?"
"I had a bit of..." I coughed "sickness"
"Oh... I see." She replied after clearly having to analyze what I said before she picked up the hint. "anyway, I think I can getcha 10 Q per block. How's that sound?"
"Sounds like a fine deal. Now if you'll excuse me I have to eat. And I'm not gonna lie, I really have to take a piss too."
"Not one for manners, are ya? Sheesh" Annie said returning to clean the shop after she handed me the Qs.
