I agreed to do what Friday and Gannon wanted.
They wanted to use me to get Dealerman.
They would give me the rest of my pay off money plus a little more to buy more drugs. And when I made the big deal-- they'd bust him.
What could I say? As bait, they were using a mandatory six months to a year in county jail for possession.
They were so kind to me after I said I'd do it.
"You're lucky these two officers showed up when they did." The Doctor said, pulling bits of asphalt and glass out of my scalp.
I heard them ping into the metal bowl.
That must have happened right before I said yes.
I was face down on the ground. I hurt to much to cry out.
Gannon lifted me up by my hair. "Just say you'll do it and we'll stop. You're nothing. Nobody's going to shed a tear over you because you're just a pathetic junkie. They'd give us medals if we wasted you. One less shitbag corrupting America's little kiddies."
He let go of my hair and dropped face into the pavement.
I felt glass penetrate my skin. I felt him grab my hair and lift me up.
"You going to help us?"
Through the blood and the pain I moaned a yes.
I felt the tug of the needle and thread stitching closed the gash on my head. "Otherwise, from the look of it. You'd be in the Morgue with a tag around your toe."
I looked at his name plate. "Yeah, Dr. Clooney. I owe these two everything."
"No need to thank us," said Friday. "Just doing our jobs." The two police goons were in the room, watching and waiting.
Just then a gurney crashed through the doors. A nurse pushed her hands across the patient's chest, giving him CPR. "Got a gun shot wound to the head here."
Dr. Clooney quickly had a nurse take over with stitching me up.
I looked over at the doctors.
Dr. Clooney was trying to push this guy's brains back into the hole they were oozing from.
Gannon leaned into me and whispered "That could have been you."
