The Reck

           One day, I woke up from someone saying my name. I look up and notice John was awake. Once I fully woke up, I yelled to the nurse to come in right away. It didn't take long for the nurse to get into the room. When she came through the door, she was completely out of breath. She asked what was wrong and how come she had to sprint here. All I had to do was look at John.

She was even shocked. She was so shocked, she had to call the doctor in. Dr. Lawrence walked in, chuckled, and said, "Well! You are awake. How do you feel?" Just by looking at John, you could tell he was hurting. I looked at John. He was trying to talk, but he couldn't because of how much it hurt.

I looked at the doctor in disgust, I hated how he had the urge to ask how he feels, when he was just in an accident, he could die from. Like, come on now, you dare ask how he feels in the state he was in. You don't do that. You have to let him heal and get better before you ask how you feel.

I looked at John and told him I would be right back. I nodded his head. Furthermore, I then walked out the emergency room and told the front desk that I would be right back. I walked out to my truck, and then I started it up. And pull out of the parking lot of the hospital, trying to get to the store to buy something for John.

Finally, I pulled into the Dollar General and found a spot to park the truck. I got out and made my way to the front doors, thinking where I would find what I was looking for. I was so focused on what I went to grab for John, that I forgot to lock my truck. The first thing I did was look in the first two aisles, not what I was looking for in either one of them. So, I go and look at two more aisles. Which did not have what I was looking for either.

Since I had already looked in half the aisles in the store, I went to the cashier, and asked if they knew where the notebooks and pens were. She was shocked that I had asked. She then gave me a face that basically told me that she didn't want to be bothered. I didn't like this. So, I told her that there is a very important reason why I am looking for these specific things.

After I explained the reason I needed a notebook and a pen, she apologized and brought me to what I asked for immediately. She felt regrettable for being disrespectful. She felt so bad, she even wanted to pay for the notebook and pen. But, I told her that I was getting 2 notebooks and 2 pens, so he could have a way to communicate with us for a longer period of time. She didn't care how much it was going to total up. She kept insisting that she was going to pay for everything for me. I didn't want to argue, so I let her pay for the bag of stuff I was getting.

Finally, I left the store and realized that somebody was ransacking my truck. I didn't like this, so I snuck up on them quietly so they didn't know I was behind them and grabbed them. I said out loud, "Hey Siri! Call 911!" The guy didn't like the sound of that. He kept saying let me go over and over.

When the 911 Emergency Dispatcher finally picks up, I tell them what was going on. The way the 911 Emergency Dispatcher responded, it was like this has happened before. The guy on the other end told me that he was dispatching a unit to my location. I was happy an officer was coming up. While I was waiting for the officer to come out, I was still holding the perp against the truck so he couldn't run away before the cops got there.

Eventually, the officer pulled up with his lights on, ready to take care of the situation. When the officer walked over, I noticed it was Officer Wolfe. This shocked me. Officer Wolfe was also shocked to see me. I asked him if he could search this perp and everything he has to see if he has stolen anything out of my truck.

Officer Wolfe was chill with searching him, but I didn't know that the guy I was holding down was a highly wanted criminal with a $1,000,000 bounty on him for some serious charges. For example, one charge was murder on a LEO (Law Enforcement Officer), attempted murder on a LEO (Law Enforcement Officer), burglary, tax fraud, theft, and more. He was a very dangerous person. Officer Wolfe told me I was lucky to be alive. I was thankful that I hadn't gotten hurt. People like that are crazy.

Once everything was situated, I got into my truck ready to go back and hand the notebooks and pens to John. As soon as Officer Wolfe left with the perp, I started the truck and got ready, making sure that everything was in a reachable position. So, I could grab it quickly. I had already been gone for almost an hour already.

When I pulled into the hospital parking lot for the second time, the place was so packed full, you couldn't even fit a mouse in. So, I picked up my phone ready to call a friend that I needed some help from, when all of a sudden, I saw a car backing out of a parking spot. I slammed down my phone into the center console, shifted the truck into neutral, revved the truck up. My eyes started to close, focusing on that one parking spot. My eyes then met with another driver. I knew exactly what was going on. We were going to end up racing to the parking spot.

We both locked eyes, both wanting that parking spot. Not only that, but we were ready to race to it. A Ford F-350 vs. 2020 Ram 3500 DRW Tradesman Crew Cab Dually. Teeth being gritted, knuckles becoming white, heart pounding. We were both nervous, hoping we were going to get the parking spot.

Studying each other, everything we were doing. Another truck pulled up, coming directly in front of the spot, a Chevy Dermaxx. Now, it was, Ford F-350 vs. Dodge Ram vs. Chevy. I rev up my truck. Just like we were in sync, the other two trucks did it after me. I knew they wouldn't do what I was about to do because brand-new tires were expensive.

So, I put the truck into 1st gear and floored the gas while holding the clutch, while doing this my rear tires started spinning. Causing smoke to billow out from my tires. I did it for 10 minutes straight. This caused the Chevy Duramax out, but the Ford F-350 was staying in the fight. All of a sudden, the F-350 had blue LED lights turned on. Because of this, I had to return with something.

I forgot all about a cool feature Papa had put on, that would help me demolish this truck battle. I flipped the center console up and slid a drawer open, revealing a remote with a bunch of switches. The remote controlled the airbags in the truck, another remote controlled the height of the truck. Papa went all out on this truck. I don't think Papa wanted me to find this though.

I picked up the remote that adjusts the height of the truck and lowered the truck all the way down, till it became a low rider. Then, I took the remote that was for the airbags and made my truck dance like it was at an Alan Jackson concert. The guy driving the Ford was shocked. He knew he couldn't beat what I had just done. So, he backed up, and went to look for a different parking spot.

I then parked and made sure my truck was locked this time, so nobody would get into the truck again. I was not joking around. Furthermore, I walked through the sliding doors ready to walk in and hand him the notebooks and pens to John.

Apparently, while I was gone, Mrs. Brown had fainted. Because of this, they wouldn't let me into John's room until they could get her up and out into a separate room. I was now worried because first something happened to John, and now Mrs. Brown. Who was going to be next? Hopefully, no one else.

When they finally get Mrs. Brown into a different emergency room, they let me go in and see John. I walked in and John was happy to see me. I handed him the 2 notebooks and the 2 pens, while telling him that they were for communicating with us and other people that wanted to talk to him. He was happy with that.