Jack blitzed out of the hospital listening to the sounds of people running behind him. Thinking quickly he grabbed a cart and toppled it over behind him, listening as he heard clanging and swearing as he rounded a hall. At the end of it were two security guards on alert. FUCK! Jack went in the first room he could think of, his heart thudding a little as he heard them stomping after him. Did they know what it was that he looked like? Maybe he could fool them if he'd been in bandages the whole time.
Grabbing the bandages around his face he ripped them off as quickly as he could, reaching into the closet to look for something else to wear. Thankfully whomever was sleeping in the bed in this room had a long robe that was too big for Jack, and he quickly slipped it on before the orderlies stormed in. All they would see was a man in a bathrobe looking out the window. They didn't even see his face, but he wasn't covered in head to toe bandages.
"Hey, have you seen some guy running around?" one of the orderlies asked. "He's in all bandages..."
Jack shook his head lightly but didn't turn around to face them, or even look at them.
"Thanks.." he heard behind him and heard people storming off.
With everyone looking for the bandaged man, it was easy to slip out without a single glance in his direction. The truth was a bit harder to swallow, once he'd learned it. There was no going back for his family, there was no going back for Jenny... His brother, his sister, all of them were dead. Gone forever, and he was... alone.
Jack scowled a little at the note that had been left for him, and then lit it on fire in the sink, making sure that the smoke didn't get up to cause an alarm to go off somewhere. Not that he didn't already light up a blunt now and again in his place, but today he wanted to be extra careful, after what she had just revealed. Maybe it was nothing, of course, maybe it was actually something as well. Jack frowned a little as he reached over for his backpack and lightly picked it up, putting a bottle of jack daniels into it quietly.
Then he grabbed a roll of duct tape and some rope, and some scissors. It took a bit of digging but he finally found the bottle, staring at it. "Flunitrazepam..." Jack muttered aloud, remembering the discussion he'd had when getting it. He'd had it thrown in for being a 'best customer', and for if he ever really wanted to get laid. The dealer had assured him that it would knock any girl out for hours and you could do whatever you wanted to her without her even remembering it after. Taking some of it and slipping it into a plastic bag so it was unmarked, he tucked it into his pocket as he scrounged for the thing he'd use before any of this.
His checkbook.
Nodding to himself as he felt that he had sufficiently prepared for whatever it was Suzy could dish out, he made his way to her place. When he got there, he didn't even knock, he just tried the knob, and finding that it was unlocked pushed his way in. Something told him that she would be waiting for him there anyway. He seemed about as agitated as she might have expected, crossing his arms over his chest.
"So what do you want, Suzy? How much money is it going to take to get you to go away?"