After a few days, Josh signed himself out of hospital, he couldn't take it anymore. He didn't like the food, he didn't like the beds and he certainly didn't like the fact he was still remaining in Ireland when he'd rather be home, in Surrey.
"Oh, Mr Franceschi, I don't think it's the best thing to sign out." A nurse said to him.
"Excuse me, Miss. I've been shot. I've had a bullet through my body. I want to go home and be in Surrey. I'll be careful and if I need anything, I have a hospital at home, in England. Thank you for your kind services and hospitality but I really need to go." Josh said, grabbing a pen and signing himself out.
I stood there smiling. It amazed me how calm Josh could be with his words, especially when he is serious.
After they let Josh go, we made our way to the airport and got the next flight back to London.
"Finally, going home! Back where I - I mean where we belong." Josh said as the three of us boarded the plane.
"Damn right. Being in that hospital was dreadful." I replied.
"I was so close to going mental at the nurse. I've had a fucking bullet through me and she's telling me what not to do. Alls I want to do is go home."
"Don't worry, Josh. Home is where we're going. Also, we're phoning the police as soon as we get back."
"Oh, right, yeah."
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"HOME!" Josh said as he dumped his case on the floor and launched himself on the couch.
"Someone's happy to be home!"
"You have no fucking idea!"
"Need anything?"
"Nope, thanks though."
I didn't really pay attention to what he'd said last as I headed towards the house phone. I held it in my hand and I felt it starting to shake. Was I really going to do this?
I pushed myself to go on with it because it was only right for Josh. I dialed 999 and waited for someone to answer.
"Hello, Surrey Police, PC Harris. How can I help you?" A woman said down the phone.
"Hello, PC Harris. My name is Jack and my friend got shot a couple of days ago in Ireland and he's been getting anonymous phonecalls from someone who has been saying stuff like 'I hope you had a nice shooting' and I was wondering if we could get the police involved?"
"Oh, that sounds very serious. Sure, Jack. Where is it you're staying and we'll send police officers round to your house to interview you and your friend."
After I gave her Josh's information, it only took 15 minutes for the police to show up.
They knocked at the door and Josh went to get it but Hayley beat him to it and answered it before him.
"Hello! Come in!" Hayley said to the two police officers that stood at the door. They were very tall and well built, they were the kind of guys you didn't want to mess with.
"Thank you!" One of them said as they walked in.
They followed her into the living room to where me and Josh were sitting. Josh looked nervous, it was a shame actually.
"My name is PC Robert King and this is PC Chris Hemingway, we're here because we've been told that there was a shooting and there's been anonymous calls? Is that correct?" One of them said looking at Josh and I.
"Yes, that's correct." I said.
"Okay, so what exactly happened?" PC Chris Hemingway asked as he drew out his notebook.
