Prisoner Bed The Mafia
EPISODE 142

Hello everyone thanks to all of you my dear readers who have been very great still faithful to arrive at this episode, because soon Season 2 will be finished.

Sorry for the big 1 episode update just a few days, it's because I'm in a very urgent condition and situation, one of the most important people for me was in the hospital and undergoing treatment.

May you remain faithful in this novel, until Season 2 is over. Thanks~

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The Old Grandfather looked at the silent Ben who was fixated, it seemed like something was making him then soften.

"Just take it 'cause you're probably a good guy." Said the Old Grandfather.

Then the grandfather stood up and reached for the key in his pants pocket.

The old man grazed the keys of dozens made one with a large iron circle, after which the grandfather walked slowly like a turtle so slowly, he led Ben to enter the old eater.

The old man's wrinkled, thin hands opened the door for Ben, and then let Ben in.

"Come in... Just like this is how it is, hopefully you can be at home."

After the grandfather leaves, Ben lies on a worn-out, slightly dusty mattress, as Ben lays his body on the bed, the slow thumping of Ben's body made a puff of dust fly into the air.

Ben was finally able to lie on the bed, after a day of walking and running barefoot staggering.

"Damn....!!! I forgot to ask the woman if she had a cell phone or other communication device." Said Ben.

Ben then grabs his black plastic bag containing all his groceries, the first time he grabs a bottle of Whiskey, for years Ben stopped drinking when he was with Daisy.

This time Ben was forced to take it again because he was in so much pain, and that was the only thing that could make him feel better compared to neyeri relievers.

Ben opens the Whiskey lid with difficulty, after being able to open Ben began to drink his whiskey, sip by mouthful, he then put the whiskey on the dusty floor next to his bed, then Ben took off his shirt and grabbed the Whiskey again and splashed the whiskey on his wound.

With trembling hands he took the drugs in a plastic bag and opened some wound medicine and then placed the drugs on his stomach, the man was afraid that if too long left would cause infection.

"Aarghhhh!!! Ouhhh... Oohhhh...." Ben sighed many times his mouth and occasionally bit his own teeth until the sound of his teeth grinding against each other.

Ben restrained his shout, his voice was like a growling tiger, many times he snorted.

It was seen many times he gulped violently, his temples and jaws were hardened. The jaw muscles strengthened and the protrusion of the veins was visible.

Ben then lay down again, drinking his whiskey again and again, his breath still wheezing, his chest up and down. His sweat came out a grain of corn and then made him drenched.

The burly body looked dirty and very sweaty.

"Sufficient wounds in me should immediately sew it, otherwise the blood will not stop, this can also cause infection, especially here so dirty and dusty. Haaa... Damn it I should have asked the woman about the phone first and could have called Rudolf or Carlos. Goddamnit!!" Furious Ben with emotion.

Ben pours the plastic bag rough and all his tools scatter, Ben grabs the tools he has bought at the minimarket.

Shaky and weak enough, Ben's hand stretched out again to pick up the cloth he bought also in the minimarket.

Ben rolled it into a lump like a bundle of balls and bit it so he wouldn't scream.

With trembling hands and full of pain, not to mention that his body was already sticky due to sweat, Ben was ready to sew his own wounds, unfortunately he also had to take the bullets that were in his stomach.

"Damn it, can I." Ben said with a ambiguous sentence because his mouth bit the bundle of cloth.

Then Ben took the disinfectant and poured it on his dagger, followed by other equipment, Ben disinfecting his tools that he would use to sew.

With irregular movements, Ben took the surgical pans and put his tools there everything Ben did while still lying down, then he doused them again with disinfectant until the surgical equipment sank.

Ben took a deep breath, and breathed it out until his cheeks were slightly inflated, his hands were trembling and his body was shivering from the bullet shot and it made him even more pale and cold, all of that is because enough blood has come out.

"Tock...Geck...H...!!" I heard the door knock.

Ben looked towards the door and just kept silent, he held his dagger tightly, Ben was on standby as he thought it was the enemy.

"I'm sorry... Its me... That one at the minimarket, I brought something, maybe you need it." Said the woman.

The voice of the woman Ben knew, she was a minimarket cashier.

"Lake in." Ben said in a hoarse voice.

The woman went in and saw Ben's condition, and when her face was stiff, pale and syock, she immediately covered her mouth, the blood bags she was carrying fell on the dusty floor.

Ben saw that.

The cashier woman immediately crouched down to pick it up and closed the door afraid that someone would see the condition of the man who was now in front of her lying quite weak, he said, frightened the woman slowly sat down beside Ben who was lying down.

"In the clinic there is still blood, will this blood be suitable for you? I saw a drop of blood on the minimarket, I thought you were hurt. I cleaned up the minimarket and when I went to the clinic I saw this, without thinking if it was right for you or not I just brought it." Said the cashier lifting his blood bag

"You see the bag first, the blood has groups, you can read?"

The cashier woman nodded her head.

"What is this." The woman showed a large letter written on the blood bag.

"Haha... I'm lucky, it's AB. You brought any other tools?" Ben asked with a weak laugh and his face was pale.

"If you mean the infusion device I brought it, I brought everything that's worth it." The cashier woman got up from the bed and went out and opened the door.

With the tergopoh the cashier woman dragged the container box white, little by little, until the sound is quite uncomfortable in the ear, in the container contains the infusion, and tools.

Ben laughed, very small.

"I hope it hasn't expired yet." Ben said weakly.

"Let's calm the clinic left just yesterday, because it doesn't sell, and the goods, as well as the drugs have not been sorted out because maybe they are lazy. You know it takes a lot of time to go back and forth from here and the city."

Ben then gulped down his Whiskey again.

"What should I do?" Ask the cashier lady.

"You want to?" Ben asked, his face pale.

"certain." Said the cashier woman steadily.

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