Sam and Jacob waited outside of the apartment building for
their ride to the FBI headquarters. The
rain had completely stopped a few minutes ago, so everything was still dripping
from the shower. The sky was still
gray. Sam wore her jacket and pants with the cheap shirt Jacobs friend had
loaned them. All it took was one look at her blood-soaked blouse to make her
accept the offer. She took another swig from the water bottle.
Feeling anything? Jacob asked.
My side still hurts, but the nauseas gone.
Itll take a few weeks to completely recover from that
gunshot, so try to avoid irritating it until then.
Will there be a scar?
Jacob pursed his lips. Im not sure. He said it was a clean
wound, and he patched it up good, so it should be minimal. Then again, Ive had
worse wounds leave no scars, and lesser ones leave some.