User blog:TheToughGuy/The Next Year At Bullworth For C-Money: Chp. 22

Information Is Both Good And Bad
There we were, sitting in the waiting room in the Jefferson Memorial Hospital in Central, waiting to hear what the doctor had to say about Derek's condition. I can't believe he got clipped real good and he's usually self-aware of his surroundings during battles. I couldn't but think that it's somehow my fault just for being Max's number one enemy. I'm just sitting in a chair, thinking to myself and Greg is trying to comfort me by saying stuff like, "He's a tough guy. He'll make it through like always". Just then, the doctor came through the double-doors and said, "We need to talk". "What is it doc?" I asked. "Is Derek going to be okay?" Greg asked the doctor. "He's in critial condition right now. He probably won't wake up for a while", he said. "What are you saying?" I asked. "We're having a difficulty trying to wake him up", the doctor said. "I knew this would happen", I said to myself. "Yeah. Now were you three doing in the abandon section of the city anyway?" the doctor said. "Actually, we were walking by the tunnel to the vacant area where we found this guy. Must be a dumb tourist or something", Greg lied. "Okay then. I'll be transporting him to a room soon. You two just stay here or go on with your lives", the doctor said before he went back through the double-doors.

(UNFINISHED)