"humm" said Mack to the voice, not bothering to even open his eyes.
"You see, we had to put those cuffs in you for your own safety."
Mack already knew he was cuffed. The cold metal around his pulses was something no one would get confused about what it was.
"I asked the nurse, and she said you had a scissor in your neck when you fell. Do you know what that means, right?"
'Means I don't care about shit anymore.' thought Mack but refrained himself to say aloud, he could not care less what this man thought about him.
"I also see you are not having a crisis now. Do you have someone to who you can talk?"
'No, but I hear a lot, hahaha.' laughed of himself Mack.
'if I told him I hear voices, even right now, he would probably send me to some mental Institute' Thought Mack, still with his eyes closed.
"We also didn't find any documents with you. So I asked the local sheriff to take your fingerprints and check the system. I hope you don't mind."
'shit. I was planning to take down some of those bastards before they could kill me. but now... '
'doesn't matter anymore, anyway. at least I know that they are after me because of my father's book, at least that's the only explanation i can think of. '
"We were not sure if you would wake soon nor in what mental state."
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"The sheriff will come back in a few minutes. I will need to keep you cuffed. It's the procedure in case of self-harm in a hospital. I hope you understand."
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"How do you feel now? I know you can speak."
'ohhhh that's a rare question. when was the last time someone asked me that?'
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'How do I feel?'
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'How do I feel?'
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"Tired"
Said Mack, releasing all the air in his lungs for this single word.
After a few seconds of silence.
"You know... Everyone has problems. Some are bigger than others, sure. But you can only resolve your problems when you accept them or you confront them. There is no running from them. Even if you leave, they will still catch you in the next life. That's what my father used to say."