His hand lands on the gun before mine does. He looks me dead in the eye.His pupils are blown wide, swallowing his whole iris up in pure, bottomlessblack, as his lips curl into a sneer.
That’s when Dmitri appears at the nurse’s back like a mirage. He grabs afistful of the nurse’s hair and pulls his head back, exposing his neck. I catchthe gleam of the knife’s blade before it slashes across the nurse’s throat.
It feels cinematographic, almost cartoonish, the way the blood sprays out ofhis neck. A sprinkler of thick red going off. I feel its weight as it splashesacross my face, warm and sticky and congealed.
The nurse’s eyes, which were so fixated on me a moment ago, go blank. Hecollapses right in front of me, still leaking and twitching. How is it possiblethat one man could h
