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I was sitting at home the other day, heating up lunch while, doing my monotonous job search/interviewing thing when I get a call from some hospital. A fairly jaded nurse tells me that my roommate, T-Bone, had been assaulted and was in the emergency. I tried asking her what the fuck happened to him, but she was not at liberty to give me the details on a patient, nor show signs of humanity. Either way she was on a mission and it was to tell me where he was.

I rang JoJo to let her know her boy was smashed up and wolfed down my meal, showered and got dressed. When they bring you into the ER they have to get your clothes off fast and have to literally cut them off your body. Honestly, I understand that point and put in that situation would choose to have a bullet removed than maintain my wardrobe, but looking at my clothes shredded would hurt after the swelling went down.

JoJo had called me back as I was about to dash out the door and we met along the way to the hospital. We tried to joke along the way but were both pretty much expecting the worse and hoping for the best.

When we got the the emergency entrance, I told the clerk his name and told her what room he was in. Showing little interest, she asked me to repeat his name… I don’t know how many T-Bones you got coming into hospitals but the name is pretty easy to find. Either way, when technology finally came through she told me that he was discharged an hour ago, I replied to her that he can’t have been discharged because he’s been beaten in the head and is naked.

The guard was a little quicker on his feet and went to got look for him, returning shortly to half-escort us to his cubicle room. He got fucked up something nasty, but was pretty coherent consider he looked as though someone tried to put his face through a cement wall. He said he’d felt as though he took a softball to the face. I told him he looked like he got the bat. While JoJo did the girlfriend thing, I went to go grill the nurse more on his condition. Again she was not all that forthcoming and wouldn’t answer anything clearly stating that he would be discharged soon and we could take him home.

Exasperated, I went back to the room and ask T-Bone what had happened. He couldn’t remember a thing, which makes sense as he look as though someone had beaten the last 24 hours out of his head. The nurses were assholes and a detective had come by to ask him some questions but had not given his name or left a card. Nice work Officer Dumbfuck.

Once T was up and about, the nurse was a bit more keen on sharing, because, y’know, standing makes the difference. I had gotten the location of where the ambulance picked him up and the bar that he was drinking at. So with Jenny SMASH and Johnny Storm in tow, went Veronica Mars on it. The place the ambulance had said they’d pick him up at was wrong, but we figured out that considering the bar he was at that it was an avenue down, in the less desirable area of our hood.

I strolled by the area but all that was there was a WacDonalds and at 12AM there where definitely no workers there. It was a pretty deserted place to get mashed up, but it’s New York, so I can imagine that people didn’t want to get involved.

Fuckers.