I nodded slowly. “Yeah, sorry about that. What’s going on? How may I help you?”
The nurse held out the bag to me. “These are for the stranger—Silver, I believe they’re calling him. His boots. He was wearing them when he was brought in two nights ago. I was asked to get them cleaned, and I was supposed to deliver them yesterday but I wasn’t on duty, and this morning when I brought them with me, I heard he already left the hospital. I didn’t know where to take them, so...” Her voice trailed off, her cheeks heating up as she gave me a pleading look, asking for help.
I looked at the bag in her hands, still confused. I didn’t remember anything about boots. Then again, that day had been a blur of blood, drama, and trying to keep him alive.
I guess he wasn’t barefoot when he ended up in those
