The sound of the different machines and the whirling of the air conditioner made a strange rhythm in his head, giving him something to focus on other than his grief and feeling of utter failure. In the bed directly in front of him, Yoshi rested quietly. God had been merciful, as the bullet was able to be successfully removed from her collarbone. It would leave a nasty scar and there was always the possibility of nerve damage, but she would live, no thanks to him. When the police arrived on the scene they found the streets riddled with bullets, a man dead on the curb and Jah clutching Yoshi’s prone body. Initially, they had sought to arrest him until a cluster of bystanders gave them a fake story about what went down. Reluctantly, they let Jah go to attend Yoshi, but only after he agreed to come in for questioning later on. Things had happened so fast that he didn’t have time to think about it. One minute he saw men coming with guns, and instinct then took over from there. The next thing he knew he was caught in the middle of a war that had nothing to do with him.
