Trey opened his eyes, and winced. He had a splitting headache, and his arm was stinging madly. He was in a hospital ward, with lots of other patients in beds lying around him. A doctor noticed he was awake, and walked over calmly. 'Ah, patient 149. Severe fracture and cut to the arm, specifically the lower radius. Mild poisoning, proposedly via the European wasps, and a moderate concussion.' The doctors smiling expression turned grim, as he asked 'what have you been doing?' Treys mind ached as he tried to think of an excuse. 'I...I had a run in with the blade asassains.' The doctors calm expression broke, and terror filled his eyes as he took a step away from Trey. 'How did you survive?' he asked nervously, fingering a scalpel knife on the table next to him. 'I....There was only one of them. And he was unarmed. But...there was a wasps nest, and he threw at at me, grabbed my knife, cut me, and ran off before he got stung, too.' Trey lied, and the doctors eys got even wider, and he began to curl his fingers around the scalpel, ready to use it in self defence. But as a nurse walked into the room, the doctor relaxed, and returned to his calm, in control self. He glanced at Trey cooly, and asked 'And I expect you dont have the money to pay for your treatment, like all the other......ruffians here.' 'Oh but I can......' Trey trailled off as he reached for his jacket, and the money in the jacket pockets. But it wasnt there.
'Wheres my jacket?' Trey asked sharply, and the doctor grinned. 'Its in the managers office. The manager took it, because you could be wearing it when we operated on your arm.' Trey started to get up, but the doctor stopped him. 'You cant go in the managers office. No one can. Dont you understand? Your jacket is his property now. You cant take it back. That would be stealing.' Treys head was screaming- who cares? I am a theif! I wouldnt care if I stole a tiny little jacket! But Trey didnt dare say that out loud. The doctor slowly walked away, muttering 'maybe his concussion in worse than we thought. All that for a stupid jacket.' Trey waited till the doctor had gone, and started to get out of bed, to go and find his jacket, and the money inside it. But the doctor had turned the lights off, and it was pitch black inside the ward. Trey sighed deeply, and lay back down, the blood supply tubes attatched to his hand tinkling softly as they bumped together. Trey closed his eyes and rested.
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AdventureThe cover pictures pretty dramatic, right? Don't worry, this story isn't that bloody. It's about a boy called Trey. His mother left him on a doorstep when he was a baby, but she didn't know who's doorstep it was. It was the doorstep of a thief. Now...
