ye'r partner an all, 'r did you two stop work'n ta'gether? Ey' Chris you okay? mey'be you should stop by'a clinick ta'day..."
My eyes drift from him to the floor as I try and comprehend what I just heard. Without really thinking I start for the door. As I'm leaving John says something to me, but I fail to hear it. What he had said about Jackie keeps spinning in my head and everything he says sounds like mumbles.
I stagger out the door feeling like there is a knife in my chest, making it hard to breath. I try walking the feeling off, it doesn't help. The thoughts of Jackie, the pain in my chest, the flashbacks, all the things I had worked so hard for years to block out all comming back in seconds. I do my best heading down the street, scuffing my feet, tring to keep my balance. I look up and see the V.D.S., I finely made it.
The V.D.S., a bleak, dirty looking place. The only thing seperating it from the wearhouses at the pier is the solar pannels and the giant lit up sign that reads "Ve