"Where am I?" Alexander asked, his head still ringing from being beaten on like a drum.
"You are at the CHUM, being treated for a gunshot to the shoulder, a broken clavicle, a cracked rib, and a minor concussion. You had a wild day, Mr. Leduc. Care to tell me what happened?" the detective asked, taking out a notepad.
Alexander's head was pulsing every time he tried thinking. It was painful, but not unbearable.
"Can I have some water first? I feel like I've been cooking out in the sun for days," Alex responded, his throat dry and his mouth feeling like paste.
"Sure thing, kid," the detective said, walking over to the water dispenser.
He pulled out a paper cup from the side and filled it. He then brought it over to Alexander, before realizing how he would have trouble drinking, being cuffed and all.
"Ahh. Here. Let me give you a shred of freedom, so you can drink on your own," the detective said, fetching his cuff keys from his pocket.
