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being said.  Hell, for all I knew, they could be conspiring to kill me.  And, Brooke?  Where the hell was Brooke?  You could bet your sweet ass that once this tube was removed from my throat, Tristan and I would be having one hell of a brawl. 
    A nd, if Tristan wasn't with her, then who the hell was?  I trusted no one. My father had recently taught me that lesson.  Tristan shook the doctor's hand and came to over to my bedside.  
    "He y, buddy, how you feelin today?" he asked. Since I couldn't verbally respond, I flipped him the bird.
    Tristan chuckled.   "That good, eh?  Well, the good doc just informed me that they'll be taking that tube out later today.   He also said that you can expect your throat to hurt like hell and you'll only be able to eat ice chips for a couple of days, but all in all, you're a lucky son of a bitch, Dylan.  You could've gotten us all killed pulling that bullshit you did back at Kristof's place."
    Once again, I raised my finger in an effort to tell my friend to "go fuck himself".  Tristan continued to talk as I lay there, wishing he'd just shut the fuck up and bring Brooke to see me.  I was pissed and becoming more angry as each minute passed.  I couldn't wait to regain my strength, because once I did, I was going to kick Tristan's ass.  I sensed he knew that too, and it made him laugh that much more at me.  Fucker.
    The one thing about being shot was that it was nothing like what television or the movies portrayed.  I now knew from personal from experience, that having your insides blown to pieces, leaves one rendered completely helpless.  You aren't up, chasing the bad guy around within  a matter of minutes. That is all animated bullshit.  As a matter of fact, you are left flat on your back, bleeding, praying for death, because the pain is so intense that every part of your body hurts.   Even parts that remained unscathed. 
      The bells on the machine started ringing again as Lydia, my nurse, came rushing in the room.  Tristan hurried to my bedside, but she instructed him to leave.  He gave a quick nod, and then he was gone.
    "Mr. Prescott, are y ou ready to get this tube out?" she asked.  I gave her the thumbs up, letting her know that nothing would make me happier than to get this shit out, so I could feel human again. 
    "Very w ell, I'll just need to grab a few things and then we can get started," she said, exiting the room once more.  I liked Nurse Lydia, because she was a woman on a mission and I think she understood that I was a man on a mission.  A man that was ready to get the hell out of this shit-hole, find my wife and get the fuck out of this country.   I had a strange feeling though, that she would be traveling back to the States with us, but right now, I didn't care.   

    They say if you get a second chance in life, you should take it.  Sometimes that's easier said than done, especially when you're the one that ’s caused all the pain. 
    I woke up two days later , feeling as best as I could, given the circumstances.  The tube had been removed, and though my throat felt like someone had been sanding it down with sand paper, I was glad to have the fucking intruder gone.   I knew Tristan would be by to visit soon, and I was looking forward to the ass chewing that I was going to give him.  The truth was that he was right.  We were lucky, that my actions hadn't gotten us all killed.  I had to accept the fact that there came a time when we faced our demons, the darkest ones that can destroy and haunt us for the rest of our lives.  That realization was coming quickly for me, as I lay there trying to deal with what I'd done to my father.  And I hoped like hell Brooke knew who I was, because if she didn't, I would rather be dead.  And death was the only thing that was going to keep me from her. 
    Tristan walked into the room , dressed like he was going into battle, wearing a black t-shirt and green, camouflaged pants.  In some ways, he was,