3 Playing the good cop (1/2)

Pt 03|14:36

(A mix of heavy breathing and panting)Hmm...huhh...there's nothing to see in the mirror for me. Not anymore,- I mumbled to myself. There is a concept or rather disorder about these judgements and actions we are responsible for. It's actually a fascinating yet challenging state of mental health where one's perception gets clouded as if they are looking through a glass which is upside down. Frank used to say I fall under that. Which he thought, was quite impressive in its own way. I looked over his injured leg to make something out and think of some quick way to stop the bleeding. The cuts were clean and deep but there were too many. There was a huge numbers of shards inside the wound. My idea of amputation was becoming pretty obvious. ”Okay....okay. Kid, you are in for another beating after I take care of this mess in your leg.”- My thoughts came out of my mouth again. ”But first...”- An envelope was inside his clothing. As soon as I confiscated that gem the barkeep with his flashy 42 inch chest showed up.

-Feels like I'm about to be a part of another act I didn't sign up for.

-What the hell!! Wasn't there a fight downstairs? Looked pretty serious back then.

-The hit you took over the chin didn't actually affect your brain, did it? Cause yeah; you, actually started the chaos.

-And like why aren't you in cuts and bruises?? They didn't look like civil types to fall under your charms or noble speeches.

-(Laughs)Maybe my stats are good. But what about you? Please tell me you didn't kill him.

-Scared about losing your job big guy? Good for you I'm..

-Alright, I get it. Now...we need to get him to a clinic or something. Or that leg might lose it's place and job.

-Yeah? So...(pointing at him)could you like put those muscles to work hey?

-I got him. You knocked him out good. But do me favour and pick those sandals for me, will you?

-Huh?! God! I am so killing that kid after I finish talking to him.

-Well, are you?

-I don't know for god's sake...that's why said I would talk to him first.

Humans or rather every living being came into this world with their eyes closed having no clue of what the purpose of their existence was. For us, we blindly follow whoever we can cling onto. The building which was supposed to be a health carecentre looked like an ancient refuge.

|15:11-Clinic

-...

-So what's with the registration? We need some name to admit the patient right?

-(Sighs) I will sign him up as one of our boys here. Although you need to take it from there.

-Yeah. That could work; thank you.

-You can thank me by paying your tab at the bar.