Agony.
Bob lies in ludicrous amounts of pain for what seems to be an eternity, every waking moment is torture as it feels like the skin on his face has been scraped to the bone. Bob knows in his heart that these are prices he must pay if he is going to save the city, however, he does not know if that will be possible for him.
For what seems like days, Bob lies dormant, patiently waiting for the pain in his body to subside to a tolerable level. At this point, Bob only has the strength to sometimes order a well-deserved pizza to the house, to serve as sustenance. In need of funds, Bob must also turn to the cash that he retrieved from the robber stealing from the ATM.
Bob feels guilty about this for a second but then realizes that the city would of course permit him to use its funds in order to secure his health. It is probably not long before they are rewarding me handsomely for my efforts as it is, thinks Bob. After his second family-style pizza, he falls into a coma of food-induced lethargy still asleep in his chair.
From what I can ascertain, this period of Bob’s life lasted about five days. Regarding the injuries, he definitely should have gone to the hospital, and I think that is part of the reason why things started to really escalate. Another thing: he stole about 200 dollars, and he spent the entirety of that on pizza that week. Based on the boxes, unless he threw some of them away, Bob ate 20 large pizzas from one of those cheap pizzerias. I know he hurt a lot of people, and hey I hate him more than anyone, but Jesus –you have got to respect how this guy put those pizzas away.
ROBERT HOUSES UNSANITARY CREATURES
After a certain amount of time unclear to Bob at this point, he is woken up by a licking sound. Cracking his eyelids open, morning light filters in through his somewhat unkempt room, he sees a dark shape licking at the crumbs around his mouth. His head is on the ground; it appears he fell out of the chair he had fallen asleep in.
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“Who is that?” he murmurs, the sleepiness of the pizza not having released its clause from his brain.
The licking continues.
Bob forces his eyes open in a gargantuan force of effort, opening his eyes to see the largest rat he had ever seen.
Shrieking, Bob jerks his head away from the rat, slamming the back of his skull into the chair behind him. Wincing, Bob gets up, making sure to keep his eyes on the rat that was now watching him with curiosity.
“I’m not afraid of you,” Bob says, clearly not afraid.
The rat stares back at him, quirking its head. The beady black eyes stared at him, staring up at him, and the crumbs on his face with emotions that could only be described as love.
“You’re not afraid of me either” Bob looks down at the creature and, tentatively, offers it his hand. The rat begins to lick his fingers, Finally, Bob thinks, somebody with a little bit of respect.
It nips him, but Bob can tell it is in a playful way.
Reaching into his old pizza box, Bob fishes out a discarded piece of crust, and proffers it to the rat. Gently, the Rat begins to nibble on the piece of crust before it, before sitting back on its haunches. Bob joins the rat on the floor, finishing the piece, since he had gotten a bit hungry, Bob looks down at his new hairy friend.
“I think I am going to name you Timothy,” Bob says.
Timothy does not respond, however, it creeps over to Bob’s lap and begins crawling up his arm.
“Woah there,” Bob says, starting to shake the rat off his arm, before allowing himself to trust the furry creature. Timothy climbs up onto his shoulder and promptly falls asleep.
“Sleeping is the most important part of the day,” Bob says knowingly, “You know Timothy, I think we’re going to be really good friends.” With that, Bob falls asleep, head resting against the rat’s body.
Robert wouldn’t know this, but as it turns out, he got rabies right around then. I’ll let the reader guess how that happened.
