Paul was propped up in a hhospital bed, he knew it was a hospital, he didn't know if he was arrested and put here by cops or if some of the racers got him in hear as an accident victim but.... at least the painkillers were good and the murse he had was cute, in a girly guy kind of way. But the Challenger.... No way that thing would ever drive again, after hitting a deer at that speed and flipping it like he had.... The cops probably had it crushed any way, they had no respect for classic cars. Paul though to himself, maybe its me who had no respect for it, driving that fast.....
"Man, these are some good drugs if I'm thinkin' like that." He said to himself. He called in his murse and requested a pen, paper, and a laptop so he could go web surfing.
He got what he wanted and started to delve through classifieds to find something he liked that had potential.
(murse: male nurse)