Gunner grips his hands with as much energy as he has right now. He doesn’t want to faint and he doesn’t know if Ibiza is going to come into the room. He must be prepared or else everything will be put into nothing.
He walked to where he had hidden the metal comb. He guessed he needed to wound himself again. He looked at his bandage and there was dried blood in it.
“Here goes nothing, again,” he uttered as he closed his eyes and put the metal comb on his wrist and slid it back and through until it bled. His teeth were gritting in sanity because it was too much pain that his body is receiving.
Gunner cannot help but to curse himself because of what he had been doing. He put the metal comb on where he had hidden it and placed the bandage on his wrist again.
“It worked again, but I can’t
