08-17-2016, 10:10 PM
Something gave one way or another. When he awoke, it was by the sounds of the door being forcibly opened. Jámes slowly staggered around to the sight of a few officers entering. He almost fell, but he was kept in place by one of them holding him up. They asked if he was James, standard procedure of course, to which he nodded, though he corrected them by stating the "J" was silent and the A was long with the rest sound like "mez."
"Some crazy woman drugged me" he stated. "She dressed up like a doctor and did this..."
He may have been unbound now, but the marks of him fighting to get loose were still present on his skin. The male reached for his phone, but that was shorted out, fried from her dropping it in the toilet.
"I need to get out of here..." He grabbed his belongings, much to the chagrin of the officers. They insisted to help, but he refused. "Sooner I leave here, the better."
The male was questioned and of course he gave them the details of the woman and mentioned she even went for a shower if they could find DNA there. Once he was packed, the male noticed the folder from before. If she did do something to him, he could use it as leverage against her. No offense to the cops, but he didn't trust them. Not when someone could just easily slip in and out of a hospital. He was not coming there again.
When he arrived at the airstrip, he was greeted by his manager and coach.
"Soon as we make it to Madrid, I need to get checked out" as he reached into his pocket, he found the note with the number on it and only one letter: H. "She kept saying over and over again how she did something to me. It should turn up, right?"
He got into the private plane, the male examining everyone head to toe because he didn't want a woman around him at the moment. He rested on the flight back, a bit sick here and there, but he wanted to put America behind him. He wasn't done seeing the stranger however though. Wherever she was lurking, she probably wasn't far even on another continent.
"Some crazy woman drugged me" he stated. "She dressed up like a doctor and did this..."
He may have been unbound now, but the marks of him fighting to get loose were still present on his skin. The male reached for his phone, but that was shorted out, fried from her dropping it in the toilet.
"I need to get out of here..." He grabbed his belongings, much to the chagrin of the officers. They insisted to help, but he refused. "Sooner I leave here, the better."
The male was questioned and of course he gave them the details of the woman and mentioned she even went for a shower if they could find DNA there. Once he was packed, the male noticed the folder from before. If she did do something to him, he could use it as leverage against her. No offense to the cops, but he didn't trust them. Not when someone could just easily slip in and out of a hospital. He was not coming there again.
When he arrived at the airstrip, he was greeted by his manager and coach.
"Soon as we make it to Madrid, I need to get checked out" as he reached into his pocket, he found the note with the number on it and only one letter: H. "She kept saying over and over again how she did something to me. It should turn up, right?"
He got into the private plane, the male examining everyone head to toe because he didn't want a woman around him at the moment. He rested on the flight back, a bit sick here and there, but he wanted to put America behind him. He wasn't done seeing the stranger however though. Wherever she was lurking, she probably wasn't far even on another continent.
