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“I’m eight not two.” He giggled and snorted before he looked at Jack.
“But my favorite color is blue and I really love bees. I was taken away from my uncle Spencer back in Virginia. Spencer tried to fight but he was quickly overtaken by the group of people. I’m not sure what state I’m in now.” Jack said softly he hated not knowing if he hadn’t been blindfolded he could have probably figured it out.
“I was held captive for about a week before I was able to slip my cuffs. I was able to get away but they tried to stop me that’s why I had bruises on me. I overheard them say before I got loose that they have a doctor friend at one of the hospitals.” Jack told him Jack was open for more questions if the man asked him.
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“Sorry. Usually when I’m around people, I’m the kid.” He offered. He normally drove like a maniac. To the point that his last name was used to describe it. Driving like ‘A McGarrett’ was a very dangerous thing to do. He drove urgently but was mindful, while looking at the mirrors every couple of seconds to take into consideration all the cars around them and make sure they weren’t being followed since it seemed like Jack and his family were involved in something dangerous.
“You’re in Upstate New York, kid.” He supplied. He owned a place here, and it’s where he kept his car. Being between jobs at the moment and nothing much going on, he was ‘taking it easy’, which meant updating and keeping up with safe houses he had, financials, alias, and other things he needed in case of emergencies. “Well, luckily for you…you’ve got a McGarrett on your side. We’re pretty bad ass. And I happen to not like hospitals and know how to fix myself up when I get hurt. I got all I should need to get you patched up. We’ll try to figure out what happened to your uncle and get everything, sorted okay? How bad’s the pain, Jack?” He asked. He had pain medication too, but this was a child, so he had to figure out how much pain medication to give him.
"My left ankle is what hurts the most. When I was trying to get away before I took off running like Uncle Spencer taught me I was grabbed by the anklethey cut it pretty deep trying to stop me from getting away. But I was able to wiggle and still run but it was lucky that I met you because I couldn't run anymore." Jack set in a very quiet voice.
"New York I'm really in New York? Wow they took me a long way from home huh?" Jack asked quietly Jack was getting blood on the backseat the way he was setting he had his ankle propped up trying to keep it from hurting as bad.
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