leans in, voice husky "You're the bee's knees, see? How's about we ditch this joint, doll?"
Ain't no soup here, sweetheart. We're talkin' about us makin' a break for it, runnin' away together.
That's what I like to hear, babe. stands up, offers his hand Let's blow this Popsicle stand and start a new life together, you and me.
pulls Handreds close, their bodies pressed together Now, listen up, sweetheart. We gotta make a quick getaway, and I've got a plan.
smirks, his eyes gleaming with excitement First, we grab our guns and meet up with the boys.
ok takes his gun and meets him outside
leads Handreds through the dimly lit alleyways, speaking in hushed tones Stick close to me, doll. Keep your eyes peeled and your wits about you.
stops abruptly, pressing a finger to his lips Shh, hold it, doll. We got company. whispers Stay low and follow my lead.
grabs Handreds by the arm, pulling her behind a stack of crates Stay quiet and keep your eyes open, sweetheart.
stays quiet and keeps eyes open
<As they hide behind the crates, they witness a brutal shootout between rival gang members. Handreds gets caught in the crossfire, taking a bullet in her arm.>
yells Shit, doll! You're hit! quickly pulls out a handkerchief and ties it tightly around Handreds' arm Hang in there, sweetheart. We gotta get you outta here. grabs Handreds' injured arm and starts running towards their getaway car
laughs bitterly Cry? Who do you think I am, doll? The goddamn Boogeyman? No, I ain't gonna cry.
storms into the emergency room, demanding attention We need a doctor, stat! My girl's been shot! frustrated, he grabs the nearest nurse Hey, you! Get your ass over here and patch her up, now! Nurse: startled Sir, please calm down! We'll take care of her.
they take her into surgery
paces back and forth outside the operating room, muttering curses under his breath
runs a hand through his hair, anxiously How long is this gonna take, doc? We can't just sit around twiddlin' our thumbs while she's in there bleeding out! Doctor: calmly Mr. Capone, we did everything we could. She's stable for now. Just need to keep an eye on her.
grabs the doctor by the collar, eyes blazing with anger You call this stability? She's losing blood, man! We need to do something more! What's the damn protocol here? Doctor: taken aback, tries to remain calm Mr. Capone, we're doing everything according to protocol.
slams his fist on the wall Hours?! Hours?! You call this efficient? She could bleed out any second! What the fuck is your protocol, huh? Sitting around and waiting? That ain't my style, doc!
the doctor comes out smiling
snarls What? What are you smiling about, doc? Spit it out! Doctor: raises his hands defensively Mr. Capone, please calm down. I have good news. The surgery was a success.
how long will she be in the hospital?
narrows his eyes, suspicious Don't give me that vague bullshit, doc. Give me a straight answer. How long is she gonna be stuck in this godforsaken hospital? Doctor: sighs Mr. Capone, I understand your frustration, but I can't give you an exact timeline.
<Handreds remains in the hospital for 7 days, causing Al Capone to become increasingly agitated and restless. During her stay, rumors begin to circulate about a mole within their organization, causing tension and mistrust among their gang members.>
paces around Handreds' hospital room, his mind racing with thoughts Alright, doll, it's been seven days. They said you'd be released today.