A Business Pleasure

Chapter 32: Crazy Wall

Got writers block on all my other stories. kashariak  commented on the last chapter of this and it got me through writing this one 😁❤️

Omfg I'm A Celeb was great last night right?!

There was a knock at Ant's door, it caused him to flinch at the noise intruding his dark thoughts.

It took him a moment, when no one barged in to assault him, for Ant to remember what normal people did when someone knocked, "Come in."

Anthony turned and looked at the door as It creaked open to reveal the round faced doctor from before. Walliams.

"Mr King sent me to check up on you."

"I'm fine." Ant grumbled.

"I think I'll be the judge of that." The Doctor walked right into the room now that he was sure he was at no risk of being hurt by his patient- could never be too careful, he'd had knives thrown at him before.

Ant just grunted and turned back heavily to look at the loaded pistol in his hands. He turned it around again, his mind empty as he looked at the trigger and remembered the feel of it backfiring in his hands.

David froze on seeing the gun in the boys hands and studied him closely in complete silence. This recruit made no move to attack or act sadistic cause he felt 'tough' holding a gun. So hesitantly David broke through Ant's haunting thoughts, "You mind putting down the weapon while I'm here?"

Ant jumped at the external voice, so gentle and dissimilar to the sick mocking tone stuck in a loop inside his head.

"Sorry." Ant grumbled, popping the safety on the gun and placing it back down in his draw.

Walliams eyes Followed the deadly lump of metal and was truly worried about what the young lad had been planning on doing with it.

After a moments silence, where David stood there in contemplative shock and Ant sat on the edge of his bed in the same position with his head hung low and eyes cast downwards, the doctor got moving.

"Okay I want to check out your gunshot wound and the arm which I swear to god I'd put in a sling." He gave Ant a disapproving glare, "And then I need to conduct a basic assessment of your mental health. It's all routine."

Ant nodded robotically and shut off as the doctor got to work, lifting up various limbs and shifting through his hair to check for any possible head wounds from his fighting.

"Okay I'll admit first of all I have a few complaints." David started seriously with a sigh as he pulled over a chair to sit opposite Ant.

With dull eyes, Ant looked up at the older man, only mildly interested in what he had to say.

"Firstly I put your arm in a sling for a reason. Your scapula was damaged from the bullet impact, it needs to heel, if it doesn't then you could be looking at irreversible pain for the rest of your life. A couple of your stitches have torn aswell, look i know it's not your fault as the boss sends his kids into training immediately but I'll be putting in a request you are given atleast a week to heal. To be honest, considering your shoulder is broken, I'm surprised you can stand the pain of having it out of its sling. Most people wouldn't."

"I'm not most people." Ant grumbled, bowing his head once again to watch as his bruised hands rubbed together.

David stared at the young man, a little intimidated by his seemingly uncrackable hard exterior. He'd heard rumours of this dark haired guy of course. Unlike most, he's not a regular volunteer, he'd taken out almost 40 of the King's men before he was captured. Apparently he's a trained assassin, someone King wanted to brain wash into the perfect soldier.