Chapter 14: No Place Like HomeAfter puking, Ivan went into a semi-trance, muttering unintelligibly. He stared, unblinking, out the window, at something unseen. We half-carried, half-dragged him upstairs to the guest room. He fell onto the bed and passed out.
We stood on either side of the bed staring at him.
“I’m calling an ambulance,” I said, turning to leave. Chester’s voice stopped me.
“Don’t. He’s fine.”
“How do you know?” I said in a strained whisper.
“Let’s clean up the mess.” He leaned close to Ivan, placed one hand on his forehead and the other on Ivan’s wrist. He glanced over his shoulder. “We need to talk.”
Chester brushed past me like a ghost. I followed, but before leaving the room, I watched Ivan for a minute. He seemed peaceful enough, despite the traces of blood around
