This city deserves a better class of criminal. And I’m gonna give it to them.
Choose life.
Choose a color TV, choose big Washing Machine, choose a hefty house , choose big pocket salary, choose football team, choose big annual payments ,choose a nice car, choose tax returns, choose big savings plan, choose security, choose whatever is called sanity in this world and you will be the role model for mob.
I mean tommy, lee and sick boy were precisely not choosing the above but then what the fcuk.
“ Tommy,tommy , tommy” lee was regaining and loosing consciousness as if a novice is thrown in pool of water longing for a breath in air.
“What” Tommy did even mind to let lee to complete the sentence.
“Sick boy”
“ya mate go on don’t waste my time” Tommy was busy with Saturday Football match. I mean that is really something important.
“ Sick boy got a stroke Tobby”
“ Stroke, What stroke”
“Asthma Stroke , sonofabitch. He’s fucking dying”
“ya I kindafeel a déjà vu. Heard that a couple of times earlier”
“Asshole he’s gonna die for real this time.”
“ Lee, u asswipe. He’s not gonna die. He has inhaler. Ok. Stupid Moron.”
“ Ya Einstein. I know that. But that’s the catch. He forgot to bring his inhaler.”
“ What?????”
“You heard me.”
A roar of panic amidst high uproar of Crowd cheering for Manchester United as Rooney dances along the ball towards the goal.
Everything Stops.
Lee is speechless and tommy is thoughtless. In between this Sick boy is gonna die.
What to do. Both of them cant think of a solution for a while.
Finally their eyes fixates to TV for that winner goal by Rooney.
Eases the tension for a while and then goes the final Sigh of Sick Boy.
Guess what he was cheering for?
“Assholes bring my fucking inhaler to me. It’s with my Mom.”
Both of them got off the bike in a instant.
Its later after midnight. Mind is bearing two emotions. MU won. Sick Boy is dying.
Now MU has won already so no point beating that head onto the wall. Tommy climbs on the pavement of Sickboy’s house. In the dark he cant find the panacea- The Inhaler.
Lee too climbs up from the balcony to find the same, but can’t find it.
Some time passes by. OMG Sick boy gonna die dude. Gotta do something. His parents were outstation. The house is locked already. Gotta find an alternative.
Tommy was smart. Atleast he had a rich knowledge. Don’t think it was encyclopedia; it was movies.
Strong Coffee can suppress the chocking in the windpipe for a while in case of Asthma patients. He recalled some movie in which a kid girl was kidnapped who suffered from the same disease.
He reached for his mobile. He called Sick Boy. Told him the same.He wasn’t in a position to react to his hearing sense. So he texted him the same.
“ Man this trick of ours should work and give us some more time.”
“Who else has this wicked disease?”
Lee was thinking in the right direction.
“Prof. Humad”
“Not an option dude.”
“Neha”
“Seriously lee u wants us to be expelled or what?”
“Dude Sick boy will die if he doesn’t get that inhaler”
“Let me clear this thing lee. Sick boy can’t die of an asthma stroke.”
“Is that a 100% true statement”
“Of course lee that is just a reassuring statement. Also nothing is 100% true statement”
“Sun rises in the east. And that is 100% True.”
“Fuck not. That’s not 100% true. In some areas say polar. This is a flawed statement.”
“Tommy. Sick boy is dying. We need that inhaler in any cost, right now. “Humad is too wicked to give us that thing.”
“ Lee you are getting emotional now. Follow logic. Getting screwed by humad is not big against saving his life.”
“ Ya tommy your logic is flawed. Because Humad will screw us and also would personally kill Sick boy if he got the info that we have burglarized his house in the middle of night.”
“ See Lee. We got to do this. Because Neha is simply not an option.”
“ Why tommy. Are you getting emotional now?”
He smirks.
“ Its not the time for bantering lee.”
“Oh is it? Are you serious?”
“Like Cancer”
“I dinno tommy. Sorry”
“Why are you sorry?”
“ Cos I didn’t know that you broke up with her.”
“Shut up lee.”
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