“You gonna help out here, dude? They done the same s**t to you they did to me. C’mon, help me out here!”
Combo was overdue on his meds and was able to think much more clearly now. He felt a throbbing, burning and itching both inside and outside his torso due to the layered stitchwork. He was astounded to be coming face-to-face with one of his favorite players from the Knicks, yet horrified that they had done this to him. The news reports said he was missing for over three weeks, and no one had a clue as to his whereabouts. Obviously, he had been brought here, and it was just as obvious that he was not here by choice. The doctors had locked themselves in the storage room, and most assuredly they were trying to escape his wrath.
“Holy s**t, Combo, what we gonna do!” Patch gasped.
At once,
