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Chapter 5

My left arm felt numb and on fire at the same time and my eyes where so so heavy. "How the fuck has he been out for two fucking days! It was just a shot in the arm!" Someone shouted. "It's more then just blood loss, he passed out from shock and Nogla didn't catch him so he whacked his head on the hard floor. It's pretty normal that he still hasn't woken up yet." A much calmer voice responded.

"Speaking of the fuck where is he? And where is Tyler? I told them that when he wakes up he's their responsibility!" The first voice said.
"It's Monday, Tyler is out and Nogla is getting the interrogation room ready for when he wakes up." The calm voice explained and I heard shuffling.

I swallowed hard. Interrogation? What have I gotten myself into. A hand grabbed my wrist and I could feel that my pulse was getting taken. "Let me know when he wakes up." The angry voice said and there was foot steps and then the door slamming. "He's gone, you can open your eyes now." The calm voice said.

He didn't know I was awake, he couldn't so I just kept my eyes closed. Surely he was bluffing. "Your heart beat spead up, it's clear your awake. Please sit up so I can make sure your arm is healing properly." Slowly I cracked my eyes open to see and guy standing partially over me.

He had short light brown, emerald green eyes, and a full mouth that curved into a smile as he looked down on me  "I'm Brock but you can call me Moo." He helped me sit up and I looked around with wide eyes. I was in a long room with white marble tiles, high ceilings, warm grey walls, with gurneys lining the wall. Five on each side I counted. There was also a desk near the front with four huge cabents behind it.

"You're in the medical bay. You got shot in the arm in a raid and then Norma didn't catch you so you also hit your head as you passed out." Brock explained as he lightly grasped my arm. "Can you bend it for me?" I looked at my arm which was covered in band aids close to my shoulder. I tried and could only bend it a but before I cried out as a burning pain shot through my arm.

"As I thought, you'll need to stay under my watch for a few more days and we'll have to work on some physical therapy for your arm. I'll have to tell Vanoss, he won't lik-" "are you even a real doctor?" I blurted out and Brock looked up from the clip board he'd been writing on. "8 years at Harford. I graduated high school early and I would have been in school for three more years but then I found vanoss and decided I don't need a license to help him."

He finished what he was writing and set it down at the end of the gurney. "I don't know your past and I don't know what you did to be in the Dhoc's basement but your here. Nogla is fighting to make sure you return back to your normal life after I make sure your arm has healed. I'm going to let Vanoss know your awake and then you'll be taken to the interrogation room where Nogla will ask you some questions so we can learn more about you. He's not a enemy, don't fight against him. Give him the information he asks for. He's trying to keep you alive."

Brock stepped back and gave me a small smile then reached up and touched the small black device in his ear. "Vanoss he's awake."