010 POV - Simon in warehouse 826

Again I'm woken by the incredible pain in my thigh. I feel it before I see it. There was something blissful about being unconscious. I floated in a myriad of images, void of sound, enjoying a weird story that had no linear narrative. Being there was sublime compared to my present reality.

I open my eyes, expecting to see one of my four captors standing over me, but I'm alone in a small room that is void of paraphernalia. The only light comes from a large floodlight outside the warehouse shining through a sky light cut into the ceiling. 

The bullet wound in my leg continues to leak blood. It pools among the wrapped cling film around my thigh, oozing out and running down my calf to the floor. I don't know how much blood you can lose before you die, but I seem to recall it's a lot less than you might imagine. I guess it depends on where the blood comes from. If the bullet struck an artery I'm sure I'd bleed out in a short time, maybe even a matter of minutes. With that in mind I feel it's fair to assume an artery hasn't been ruptured and my bleeding is not immediately life threatening. 

I look up at the skylight again, noting that the sky beyond the glare of the floodlight is pitch black. I think back, trying to gauge how long I've been here. I was taken from the track just before six o'clock. I know that because I was only going to do another two or three sprints before I went home for dinner which I normally eat around six thirty. When I got here I recall the sky I saw through the skylight was dark gray, as though on the tail end of dusk. I sit quietly, listening intently for a moment. The faint, dull hum of aeroplanes landing and taking off can be heard from the nearby airport. They stop at eleven pm, so it's somewhere between then and say 8pm, it's hard to pinpoint an exact time. 

An incredible thirst suddenly overcomes me. Probably something to do with excessive amounts of exercise followed by being kidnapped then shot.  I don't like to drink while I'm sprinting as the added weight slows my times. Right now I'd give anything for a tall glass of cool water. I try pressing against my cling film restraints again, but they remain steadfast. Not giving an inch, or even a quarter inch at that.

There's a small panel of glass in the door to the room that is threaded with security mesh. I think I see movement beyond it. I concentrate, trying to focus my incredibly blurry vision to see if I can glimpse anything that might help me. I think I see the outline of a man.

I call out, 'Hey! Heeeeey!'

At first I fear I might be in a sound proofed room, but then I notice a one inch gap at the bottom of the door so I know whoever is out there can hear me. I try again, calling louder this time.

'Hey! You hear me? Water! I need water!'

A face appears in the window. Asian. Yes, definitely one of the two subordinates who abducted me. He stares at me blankly for a beat. I repeat, 'Water!' then he vanishes from sight. 

A moment or two later he returns, opens the door with a key, then enters, carrying with him a small bottle of water. He opens it, takes a sip himself, then puts the bottle to my lips.

I guzzle. There's no other word for it. I drain that bottle like it was filled with air. Water has never tasted or felt so good. The man can't help but smile as he watches me. It must be amusing to him, to see a human reduced to such an animalistic state. I nod him a thank you, which he blankly acknowledges, then turns to exit the room. 

I try calling after him, 'My leg needs attention. Im gonna bleed out.'

But apparently this is something he is fully aware of as he casts me a look that suggests he couldn't care less. He then exits and locks the door behind him. 

They want me alive. That much I know, otherwise they wouldn't be hydrating me and I'd very likely be dead right now. But they only want me alive for a certain time. If they needed me in full health they'd have Which means that what ever the white haired asian man discussed with my father, what ever he has him doing has a time limit on it. 

I just hope that my father can do what he needs to do before I bleed to death.