Post by Walker Pulaski on Jan 14, 2008 19:22:09 GMT -5
He finally found enough time out of his busy schedule to finally go get the bullet whole checked out in his back, he had gotten shot in a gunfire fight with some gang members in Houston one night, and a bullet struck him in the back, and the bullet went right up against his spine. He let his skin grow over it, and hoped it wouldnt get infected, well, it didnt, and with plenty of whiskey as a painkiller he finally forgot about it, until he began having spells about 4 months ago where the right side of his body would go numb and he would loose usage of his right hand. He knew somthing serious was wrong, and after beginning to have sharp pains in the small of his back, he decided to do somthing.
The clank of his cowboy boots were heard walking down the hall as his brown tanned jeans covered his lefs, a large black belt covered his midsection, and he had on a longsleeve red tucked in shirt, and over that he had on a brown tanned vest, and a cowboy hat on his head. He had on two hip holsters holding twin pearl handled revolvers with his initials carved into them, he lightly wrapped on the door which said "Dr. McClintock, Exam Room 1." He closed his eyes, and said a small prayer, hoping for the best,but preparing for the worst.
The clank of his cowboy boots were heard walking down the hall as his brown tanned jeans covered his lefs, a large black belt covered his midsection, and he had on a longsleeve red tucked in shirt, and over that he had on a brown tanned vest, and a cowboy hat on his head. He had on two hip holsters holding twin pearl handled revolvers with his initials carved into them, he lightly wrapped on the door which said "Dr. McClintock, Exam Room 1." He closed his eyes, and said a small prayer, hoping for the best,but preparing for the worst.
