The drive was filled with Bucky bragging about his liaisons with his many women friends. I found most of his stories too far-fetched, but every time I challenged him about it, he called me a hater. It made the ride a little more light hearted, but I was still very concerned for Cox. Why would some drug addicts try to rob him? He lives such a plain life and shows no sign of wealth. I suppose the drugs warped their minds enough to make the decision for them. Soon, we arrived at the hospital and we made our way to Cox's room. We were greeted by a freckle faced doctor looking over his charts. “I’m sorry, are you family?” Dr. Peterson asks. “Yeah, that’s my brother. What in the hell happened?” I reply as I rush to his bedside. “He has suffered some severe stab wounds. He is lucky to even be alive. His body is in shock and has lapsed into a coma. We have been doing our best to keep him stable. His vital signs are weak but improving. He has had multiple blood transfusions, and surgery was a success to repair the damage done to him.
