Feeling the familiar pain shoot through his chest Tyrese knew too well what happened as he lay once again helpless. Being a few feet from the hospital doors he assumed that there would be help on the way, but as the seconds became minutes and what Tyrese perceived to be hours he began to lose hope. Feeling colder and colder Tyrese slowly began to give himself to the darkness that had begun to consume him. Before he knew it he began to feel light as though he was floating and faded away from reality.
What he didn’t realize was he had passed out from blood loss and was now being carried back into the building by a man much younger than himself who just so happened to be in the neighborhood.
As the man burst into the door, his suit dripping with blood, he noticed a small frail woman behind the admittance counter. Looking to her for a clue she could do nothing but stare. Knowing that this was getting nowhere he started to run through the halls looking for anyone that could relieve him of the mess that was Tyrese. Seeing no solution to his dilemma he began to lose hope for Tyrese. As he rounded the hospital narrow corner he found himself pummeling a small nurse. After picking herself up and without hesitation she ushered him into a nearby room where the man set Tyrese on the bed. She then grabbed the phone and within seconds everyone that was nowhere to be found suddenly appeared around the corner.
The nurse relieved the situation to Dr. Jones and left the room with the man to ask him questions. After hearing his explanation of the events that had just occurred she led him to a room where he could wait until the police arrived. Sitting in his blood caked suit the man rubbed his brow he pulled out his license figuring the police would want to see his I.D. As he read his Jamal Jordan he began to think back to the days in the orphanage when he had Jordan added to his name.
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