Snippet #2743372

Holding on for dear life Preston sped away with the stranger. It took just about the last of his energy
to keep hold until they finally arrived at his impromtu surgery stage. A towel was shoved in his mouth.
Before he would reach up and rip it out to ask "what the hell!?" He was biting down on it hard as his
wounds were cleaned. His muscles could be felt tensing up as he fought against his own instinct to get
away.

"Sorry, it's gonna hurt for a little bit, but the good news is it can be fixed up easily. Keep biting
down, I'm gonna have to stitch this up." Ozzy warned.

He nodded in agreement, trying his best to slow down his own breathing and prevent himself from going into
shock. The pain was incredibly sharp, but it was the pain of progress and healing, so Preston forced him
self to rely on a meditation technique he learned somewhere or another. As the ice was put on his leg,
he took over the task of keeping it there. He was beginning to return to normal, more sore than in acute
pain. He took several of the painkillers and put them in his mouth, looking around and finding a conveniently
placed bottle of water to wash them down with. Taking in a deep breath through his nostrils, he calmly
asked the question he had tried before the motorbike incident.

"What. In the fuck. Kidnapped me?"