Post by Darren Marsh on Mar 16, 2021 16:25:05 GMT -6
I need the money.
I spit blood out of my mouth into the sink.
He needs the money.
I wipe some of the blood dripping from the side of my lip.
He needs better doctors. He needs better health care.
I take my phone out of my pocket and notice the dozen missed calls and texts. I ignore them. I take a deep breath and put the phone back on the counter next to the sink just about covered in mold. I turn and notice a small rat running through the bathroom. Someone pounds on the door.
Come on man, I need to take a piss.
Two more minutes, damn.
I wipe the sweat from my head and splash water on my face. I use my own personal towel I brought from home. I wouldn't touch anything in this place. I wouldn't be in this place if it wasn't for the kid, anyway. I fold the towel and shove it in my backpack. I open the door and the fighter just brushes past me to use the toilet. I walk down the hall and can still hear the fights going. I exit the arena towards my car. My phone continues ringing.
Hello?
She's panicked. Frantic. Afraid. I try to calm her down cause I can't understand. I put my wife on speaker thinking that will make it more clear..
They're taking him, Darren! He wasn't breathing right! They're rushing him to Grace Hospital!
I don't remember anything other than the screeching tires and the door slamming on my shoulder. Its a blur but I'm in a rush. This all can't be for nothing.
I spit blood out of my mouth into the sink.
He needs the money.
I wipe some of the blood dripping from the side of my lip.
He needs better doctors. He needs better health care.
I take my phone out of my pocket and notice the dozen missed calls and texts. I ignore them. I take a deep breath and put the phone back on the counter next to the sink just about covered in mold. I turn and notice a small rat running through the bathroom. Someone pounds on the door.
Come on man, I need to take a piss.
Two more minutes, damn.
I wipe the sweat from my head and splash water on my face. I use my own personal towel I brought from home. I wouldn't touch anything in this place. I wouldn't be in this place if it wasn't for the kid, anyway. I fold the towel and shove it in my backpack. I open the door and the fighter just brushes past me to use the toilet. I walk down the hall and can still hear the fights going. I exit the arena towards my car. My phone continues ringing.
Hello?
She's panicked. Frantic. Afraid. I try to calm her down cause I can't understand. I put my wife on speaker thinking that will make it more clear..
They're taking him, Darren! He wasn't breathing right! They're rushing him to Grace Hospital!
I don't remember anything other than the screeching tires and the door slamming on my shoulder. Its a blur but I'm in a rush. This all can't be for nothing.