The Return Of Zade Delamonte: The Humiliated Son-in-law

Hospitalized

Once the car tumbled, everybody dispersed immediately. After five minutes, sirens began blowing at a distance.

Zade wiped the blood off his face and took out the safety belt. He opened the car door and crawled out of the car. There was already a small crowd gathering, but his main goal was to get out of there.

He rolled himself to a safe distance, before getting up. His face was a wreck, with broken pieces of glass in it.

His hands were no better, bleeding from several cuts. He touched his pockets to ensure that his wallet was still intact, before hailing a cab just as the ambulance arrived.

He took out some of the glass pieces with a wince. The driver glanced skeptically at him through the rearview.

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital, sir? You have a bullet in your arm," The driver said.

Zade blinked rapidly, before dropping his eyes to his arm almost instantly. He didn't even notice that he had been shot. Maybe that was why the pain was so intense. It wasn't a d