He had a few stops, and Randall knew it would be such a difficult scene for him. He took a brake at the nearest gasoline station, parked there for a few moments, and searched the dashboard and compartments for any spare clothes.
Randall threw in the dirty ones on the passenger seat, and put pressure on his abdomen once again. He shifted his position to a lean position, gasping for air. Once again, Randall didn't fail the mission, but himself.
He didn't want to go on a dinner plan with a cut on his abdomen, the blood was already expelling out, and Randall wouldn't even know that the pain was excruciating. Due to its numbness, the effect washed out.
Randall gaped, already having his vision blurred, but still quite unsure if he could come there in time. He reclined at his seat for a few moments, but then, when he closed his eyes for a few moments, Randall got awoken by a cell phone call.
