Originally Posted by
RichieRich
Hollils don't you train with adam skillin. I think he is your trainer or something. You know damn well he came from nj to ny hit me and got stabbed. Then he came to my home and got shot. Hes your crew and got owned. You aren't helping him any.
I looked on as Skillin laid in the hosptital bed, bandages bloodied and stained a dark red from the stab wound in his left thigh and the gunshot wound to his right shoulder. Tears rolled down his cheek as the doctor came in and gave him the news:
"The stabbing nicked your femoral artery, and you've lost a lot of blood, but fortunately, we were able to stop the bleeding in time. Your adductor and shoulder are severely damaged, and are going to take several weeks to heal. Recovery is going to be a long process, taking several months of exercises at the physical therapist. Perhaps you'll consider doing some cardio instead once you recover, and leave the heavy weights to the bigger guys."
"There's an officer outside that would like to take a statement from you. He's already gotten statements from Jordan and Rip, who said this was all the result of a disagreement over who got to share a sleeping bag with whom while staying at the alleged assailant's house during a recent seminar."
The doctor left the room, muttering something about squats being bad for your knees as he shut the door. I took Adam's hand, and used a tissue to wipe the tears from his face. He summoned me to come closer. With all the strength he could muster, and in broken sentences, he whispered:
"Knees... remember... to keep... your knees... out. Be careful... look out for Richie. He said..."
He coughed, and trailed off.
"Adam! Adam!? What did he say? What did Richie say! Adam, please!!"
Adam's eyes opened wide, but he couldn't look at me. It was a look of terror. He turned his head, and stared off at window, into the dark night.
"He said... You're next."
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