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A black Rolls Royce pulled into the garage. "Olright, we're here." He handed the keys to Christina. He opened the door and got out of the car slowly, his leg was now hurting like a bitch. "Ah bloody..." It was indeed bloody, despite the fact that he had received the wound about an hour prior it was still bleeding profusely.
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Cristina forced him to sit down. "Alright...so we DON'T have to cut off your leg...let's take care of it now." She pulled out a first-aid kit she jacked from the Mansion.
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Now she started to stitch the wound up. She was using a needle and some special thread without the drugs to make it numb. Ahhhh...the wonders of sewing class.
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"NNNNNNGGGGGH" The unbearable pain, Griffith cussed like there was no tommorow. He tried to keep his leg still but the almost uncontrollable reaction was making him jolt.
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Cristina finished quickly and cut the thread. She looked at him. "...sorry." Biting her lip, she started to bandage the wound now after a bit more cleaning.
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"You dont need to worry about an overdose" he got up, the pills seemed to be working "Im gonna go ahead and get myself some brandy" which we all know is dangerous D:
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Griffith didnt make it to the kitchen, instead he passed out on the couch. In his hand was a picture of a girl, Brown hair, blue eyes. On it was written, "To my older brother, Love Madelin."
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She didn't bother to get into anything. She moved the picture to the coffee table and covered him up in a blanket. She went back to taking care of her stuff.
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The barking of a dog in the neighborhood woke him up. Griffith's eyes opened, his head hurt... A LOT. It was as if he had the worst possible hangover AND had his head hit several times by a jack hammer. "I'm going to kill that bloody dog" he said as he slowly sat up. Every bark was like a fog horn going off in his ear. Not only did his head hurt but also his leg. "What the hell happened?" He asked himself trying to remember yesterdays events with no avail.
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He turned to Christina, WTF. Who was she, "Ohh damn is she a prostitute? I cant remember" He said rubbing his head trying to get rid of the PAIN. He then noticed his leg, this was indeed a scary mystery.