John's POV
"We can end this, you know.", Sara said, wiping off the knife coated with blood . . . MY BLOOD. I was so numb with pain, I couldn't move. Or, feel the pain, for that matter. I looked up at her and smiled, bloody teeth. "I-I'm go-ing (bloody cough) to d-die anyw-way. (cough)" I glance down at my shirt, a white button-up I was wearing under my uniform, which Sara made me take off, and say, "I t-think you (bloody cough) k-knifed me too m-many (bloody cough) times." She glares at me and yells, "Oh, come on! Your no fun at all!" I stayed in silence, just in case she deiced to, you know . . . kill me. I look down at myself and heave out a bloody sigh. "So, a-are you going t-to (bloody cough) bleed m-me death o-or (bloody cough) what?", I say. She sighs. "Look," she says. "All you got to do is just tell me what you know about Vincent and this will be all over." Sara looks away and mutters, "And I won't kill that little friend of yours." I snap my head up and yell, "What!? I swear to GOD, if you lay a hair on her-" Sara waves her hand at me chuckles. " Calm down, I won't hurt her. But, if you tell me what you know about you-know-who, she will not be harmed. If you don't . . . " She grabbed the knife into my thigh and I screamed. "That will happen and much more." The watch on her wrist beeped. She looked at it and said, "Well, duty calls. Now, if you die, I'll kill her anyway." She gives me a twisted smile before she slams the door shut with a bang! The guards stare at me for a while then, one of them sighs. "Man, I'm going to get fired for this . . .", he mutters. He walks up to me pulls out another knife. "Oh, come-" The man clamps a meaty hand over my mouth and hisses in a low voice, "Shhh! I'm trying to help you! Now, stop squirming!" He crouches behind me and starts to cut the rope that's binding my bruised wrist. I look up at the other guard, who is starting at me. "You g-guys ki-nda (bloody cough) late for t-that." The other guard says, "We had to wait for her to leave." I feel my hands go limp and lift my arms up. I wince and say, "A little help here?" The guard leaning against the wall walks over to me. He puts a hand behind me back and pushes me gently forward. I groan in pain as all my cuts rip wider. I slowly stand up, breathing hard. "Well, I'm f-fricked. (bloody cough) A-at least I've b-been saved. Now, c-come on. Let's go (bloody cough) to t-the hospital." I limp to the wooden door and push it open. One of the guards stopped me. "You got anybody you can call?", he says. I think for a second then I say, "Ya. His n-name is Joseph. (bloody cough)" The guard pulls out his little phone and says, "Ok, what's the number?" I say, "875 (bloody cough)-410-3601."