"Blood on the Sand"

As the hospital staff rushed Jason into the emergency room, the rest of Faze was left standing in the lobby, trying to process what had just happened. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to hum in sync with their racing hearts, casting an eerie glow over the scene. Silky's face was etched with worry, his eyes red-rimmed from concern. Ron's anger had turned to a simmering rage, his fists clenched at his sides. Lacy was still in shock, his eyes welling up with tears as he stared blankly at the floor. Max looked like he was going to pass out, his face pale and clammy. Adapt was trying to stay calm, but his eyes betrayed his concern as he paced back and forth, his footsteps echoing off the walls. The hospital staff quickly got to work, wheeling Jason away to start his treatment. The doctors and nurses moved with a sense of urgency, their faces set in determined lines as they worked to stabilize Jason's condition. The rest of Faze was left to wait, their anxiety growing with each passing minute. As they waited, the hospital's emergency room seemed to grow smaller, the walls closing in on them. The sounds of beeping machines and muted conversations between the medical staff created a sense of chaos, making it hard for them to focus. Silky's eyes scanned the room, taking in the sterile smell of disinfectant and the soft rustle of medical equipment. Ron's anger was still simmering, his eyes fixed on some point in the distance. Lacy's tears had dried, replaced by a numbness that seemed to have settled over him like a shroud. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a doctor emerged to talk to them. "Jason is stable," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "He's got a concussion, two broken ribs, and some severe bruising. But he's going to be okay." The group let out a collective sigh of relief, their tension easing slightly. But Silky's expression quickly turned serious. "What about the police?" he asked the doctor. "Do they know what happened?" The doctor nodded. "The police are on their way. They're going to take a statement from Jason as soon as he's able to talk." As they waited for the police to arrive, the group couldn't help but replay the events of the night in their minds. They kept thinking about the guy who had attacked Jason, and how they were going to make him pay. Ron's anger was still simmering, his eyes flashing with a fierce intensity. Lacy's face was set in a determined line, his jaw clenched in resolve. Max's eyes were red-rimmed, his face still pale from shock. Adapt's expression was calm, but his eyes betrayed a deep-seated anger. When the police arrived, they took statements from the group, trying to piece together what had happened. Silky's voice was steady as he recounted the events of the night, his eyes never leaving the officer's face. Ron's anger was still evident, his voice rising as he described the attack. Lacy's voice was shaking, but he managed to get out his story without breaking down. Max's eyes welled up with tears as he recounted what he had seen. As they finished up with the police, Silky turned to the group. "We need to get to the bottom of this," he said, his voice low and deadly. "We can't just let this guy get away with it." Ron nodded, his eyes flashing with anger. "I'm going to find him," he growled. "And I'm going to make him pay." Adapt placed a hand on Ron's shoulder, his expression calm. "Let's let the police handle it, Ron. We don't want to make things worse." But Ron just shook him off, his face set in a determined line. "I'm going to find him," he repeated. "And I'm going to make him regret ever laying a hand on Jason." As they left the hospital, the group couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. They knew that they had to do something to protect Jason, and to make sure that the guy who had attacked him didn't hurt anyone else. But for now, they just had to wait and see what the police were able to do. As they walked out of the hospital, Silky's phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. "You think you can stop me?" it read. "I'll show you what real pain looks like." Silky's eyes narrowed as he showed the text to the group. "It's him," he said, his voice low and deadly. "He's still out there, and he's not going to stop until he hurts us again." The group's faces set in determined lines, their eyes flashing with a fierce intensity. They knew that they had to act fast, to track down the guy and bring him to justice before it was too late. The game was on, and they were ready to play.