Every Man For Himself

**AGENT MICHAEL**

"I do not care the amount of pain I'm in at this moment, if you don't shut up and do exactly what I tell you to, I will find a way to get up from this bed, head over there and slap you so hard you'll fall unconscious again."

I threatened, squeezing my eyes further.

"Be useful and check this entire room for a first aid kit or anything, get me painkillers then after that I want you to go into the bathroom and get a bowl of water so I can try to "wash" my eyes if that's a thing. Hurry because as soon as they come back, they will try to ask questions and we have no clue what's happening. Then it's dead. Dead. Dead. Better step on it."

I ordered. That seemed to get him back into gear. I heard his rushed footsteps scattered all over the room, I heard him drag cabinets in search of what I asked.

It's too much to check if the door was left open then order him to go outside to see if there are any pain meds. That's too much, right?

"Found it!"

"Holy Christ! Are you trying to