*looks over and smiles* "these f***ers ain't leaving here without wheel chairs" *fires at the rites' feet* "DANCE F***ERS!"
-I look at it- "I probably should." -I turn to the counter- "I need some treatment for a wound." -the nurse nods- "Name?" "Salrion Grayson."
-I laugh and am tempted to start singing You're gonna go far kid as I take out my supplies. A box cutter, two smoke bombs, a paint grenade, and a tooth pick.- Be ready to run. I am gonna cut the ropes and make him run... -I shout-
My eyes slowly open a couple hours later and I reach for my wound. I see it's patched up and I turn to the familiar girl beside me. "What happened?"