CHAPTER 12.
Henry sat on the ground and growled like a wounded lion which he was. Like the proverb said, the exit of the cat made the house fall into the hands of rats.
He wasn’t different from a beggar who looked up to passers-by for aid. His side and shoulders were stinging madly and it sent a thunderbolt to his brain. He dragged himself to sit by the fence of the hospital after the kidnappers left and later he vacated the environment as a few questioning eyes followed him.
Thankfully, he still had the drugs the hospital gave to him so he downed a couple of painkillers to relieve himself of the wrenching wedge the hammer of the pain brought on him forcefully on him.