After over three hours of driving, a pharmacy stop an hour in, and a vehicle change, we checked into some obscure motel in the middle of nowhere. It was a welcomed sight. We were both tired, hungry, and injured.
The moment we were in the door and Six latched it, I was dragging him into the bathroom, pharmacy bag in tow.
I sat him down on the toilet and looked him over. His left eye was swollen shut and he was so covered in blood I couldn’t tell where it was coming from or if it was even his.
“We need to get this off,” I said as I pulled at his shirt.
He blew out a breath and took hold of the hem, his movements stiff. I pulled from the back, working his head through the hole and sliding the rest down his arms.
With his shirt gone, I looked over his chest. There was some swelling and so
