"Holy shit! Fuck!
My hand, my leg, that bastard...
Get me to a hospital quick," Petrov rasped hoarsely.
Black cursed, "Fuck, who are you calling a beast?"
"I wasn't cursing you guys, I was cursing the asshole torturing me.
Take me to the hospital, I don't want to become a cripple," Petrov had lost his previous toughness and only hoped to get to the hospital soon, perhaps to have his severed hand reattached.
Luke snapped his fingers, "Get an ambulance."
David sneered, "No use, it's been too long, it's very difficult to reattach now."
Petrov cursed again, "Fuck, I @#￥%&...
My hand, my leg, that beast, I'm going to kill him, I'm going to kill him."
Black said discontentedly, "Is it polite to talk like that in front of the police?"
"I don't care about damn politeness, right now I just want to kill that bastard, fuck!"
