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Rushing out through the back Wilson and I got to his car and we drove off. Hoping by now
that those guys were long gone. I enjoyed the drive downtown, whilst it also was a bit nerve-
wrecking as I still was not feeling safe from being chased earlier. Those dealers seem to work
for somebody with a lot of resources, a Godfather maybe or a Red Pole or a Mountain Lord of
the Triad or maybe the Oyabun of the Yakuza. Whatever the case I hope that this ordeal is long
behind us and that Wilson would drop me off near my place.

As we drove around my feeling of comfort turned to discomfort as if something bad could
happen at any moment. It felt like that the longer I stay with Wilson, the more danger I would
be in, but still a car is the fastest way to get home.
"Could you drop me off at North Park?" I requested. "From there I could walk home, it's in the
vicinity of my house."
"Yeah, sure." Wilson responded. "I am sorry to get you involved into thi-"

Then out of nowhere a truck ran into us. Wilson took the brunt of the impact, but still
managed to survive. I tried to stay awake, but due to injuries I passed out. A few days
later I awoke in a hospital bed, but unlike most other rooms, mine was being guarded
by a couple of police officers. It seems I am a key witness into this affair. But the truth
is I barely know anything. With the word of hearing that Wilson was still alive I wandered
to the officers posted outside my room and asked them about Wilson and if I could go
see him. With an escort of a police officer I was allowed to visit Wilson.

Further down the hall secured by two police officers posted outside the room, there Wilson
lay, deep held in the artificial sleep of a coma. As I saw him there through the door I could
not enter. My head was not in the right place, so for a first time in a long time I headed to
a chapel. This hospital happened to have one, so I went there and started to do something
that I don't recall ever doing as I folded my hands and whispered words softly in hopes that
I was heard. For the first time I could recall I was praying.