an hour later, the man turned up.
"right, what do you want me to do?"
"so tyler got a concussion or something, i don't know, and i needed to take him to hospital but i'm on the run and he has something on his back..."
"okay, let me have a look."
"don't look on his back"
"i'm afraid i might have to."
josh tapped his back pocket, trying to gesture having a gun.
"don't fucking look at his back."
"okay, okay! i won't look at his back!" the man said with his hands in the air, stepping backwards. "give me a moment, i need to check his pulse and the source of his injury-"
"i don't want to know why and how he was hurt i want to know how to make him better, and fast." josh spoke through gritted teeth.
"josh, calm down. he's trying to do his job!" melanie said, grabbing his shoulder.
"sorry, i'm just stressed and worried about him."
"i understand. please, give me some space."
the man checked tyler's pulse; slow, but there. that made josh panic. he said that the wound was caused by a blow to the head, and he asked if they knew how it could of got there and when it happened. josh told him that it happened a few days ago and that he had no idea who did it or what happened, which was a lie.
"where have you been for the past few years, josh?"
"i was, uh, away."
"was it work experience?"
"you wanna tell him josh? cause i'd like to know too." melanie said with her hands on her hips.
"i was in jail," he paused. "i can't tell you why."
"oh, that's fine. anyway i better get on with fixing tyler and finding out what's wrong with him." melanie frowned at tyler.
"thank you ever so much. i hope he's going to be okay."
"i'll do everything i can to help."
