Pocket a few as evid- ouch!

You lean down and pickup one of the ampules. Rosey colored, slightly glowing. No markings. A test-batch perhaps? Just then you snap your head up and hear a car pull into the driveway. _Shit! _You put the small vial back into the suitcase as you found it, cant risk raising any suspicion. As you are leaning down you see a discarded syringe still half full of the solution. Thinking fast you grab the syringe carefully and slide it into your overcoats pocket. You look around. Back window, half open. Quickly you pounce to the window, slide it open and look for anything that you can use to climb down safely. The back lawn is perfectly mowed, with blandly planted hedge garden beds lining the walls and fences. There is a trellis of climbing roses, but its too far away. Nothing. You climb out and hang from the window sill and let go. The fall isn't far but you land on the edge of a garden bed and fall backwards. Ouch! A stabbing pain jolts through your tight left ass cheek. You quickly scramble up. _No time to see what that was, gotta dash! _You hop the wooden fence just in time to see George through the glass sliding door about to peer out into his boring yard...

You decide to walk out of the area for a while before going to get your car. Cant risk getting spotted. Only 10 minutes of walking and the neat rows of suburbia turn gradually poorer, into a torn up down town. Graffiti and trash line the streets, and the sky grows a glowing gold as evening approaches. The shadows start to stretch out longer and longer.

As you walk you feel a burning pain in your ass cheek getting hotter and hotter. Reaching into your pocket you find the syringe sticking through side of your jacket. On pulling it out, you find it empty. Shit! You move your hand behind and feel where the searing pain is coming from. A prick, and a slightly swollen lump right in the middle of your skinny ass. Touching it sends a jolt of searing pain through you. You start to get nauseous and your throat tightens, except you aren't crying. You stop and slowly bring your hands to your face. After a moment your tongue starts to feel like you pulled a muscle. A dull ache in your tongue that is excruciating to move. Looking to your right you see a rundown cheap motel. This'll do. Rushing in you, ask for a room (painfully), pay up, grab the key. #27, unlock, door, lock. The room is stained and sparse with the bare minimum of dated, battered furniture. Lumpy red couch, 50 year old TV, tiny kitchen, small round dining table for two and a mouldy double bed. But that doesn't matter now, because the moment you close the door the pain in your tongue and butt spreads spasms throughout your body and you convulse in pain. You tumble forward onto the bed just in time and black out...