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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The feeling was coming back with ferocity..He had made a turniquette with his belt and would periodically loosen it to restore flow and see if the bleeding had subsided.He hoped it was a clean through but had not actually been able to examine it.After leaving he had drove randomly so as to not be easily found.Presently he was parked under an overpass that was near a boat landing At the diversion channel.The water up after days of rain he hoped he would be ok for a while here. Arlis had meant to place first aid kits in all their vehicles .Something to address pain Would be great he thought.This guy seemed to have a plan to rob him and possibly force him to take him to the bike as well by gunpoint if necessary.Would he have just left him stranded? Is the law operating at present or were they looking to their own survival?Would he have killed me to hide the crime? Present status gunshot wound which may or may not still contain the bullet.Possibly being looked for as this guy may know I was hit.I guess I will stay put till dark and then try to make it back to safety. Looking in the glove compartment he found a payday candy bar trying to focus on it to divert his attention from the throbbing pain in his leg. After he ate it he fell into a disjointed sleep disrupted each time he moved about .After a time he slipped into blessed deep sleep where he dreamed of being hunted as a deer. Waking he realized the salty nuts had stimulated a thirst he had no means to slake. Well crap,I will look behind the seat and see if I can find a bottled water there.What he did find after the ordeal of maneuvering his self out to look behind the blood stained seat was a small bottle of warm pepsi.He sipped it drinking just enough to reduce the sticky glue pot his mouth had become. Save some for later . He fell asleep and dreamed the guy who shot him had found the cave,had tracked him there as one tracks a wounded animal through the trail of blood left as they try to escape their fate. Did he believe in fate? Does he believe in anything anymore?His situation Was causing negative thoughts to poke and prod about.Nothing good will come of that he thought to himself .Time to focus on what is doable.What resources do I have at hand? Noting the sun was getting low in the sky he determined it to be about four in the afternoon.He needed to get back to have his leg tended to before risk of infection became an issue. he started the truck to head for their home and help.
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