Since he felt almost completely normal, at first Brandon had no idea why one of the cooks coming out of the restroom glanced at them, did a gaping double-take, and then hollered into the kitchen for Mel. Then he remembered oh, yeah. He’d had the s**t beat out of him and probably looked exactly like it.
“Oh, my God.” Mel rushed over to him. “Who’s this? Is he all right?” She moved to take Yannick from him like he was a case of beer. Brandon automatically pulled him closer. Mel changed direction without missing a beat, holding Brandon’s head so she could look at his injury. “You’re a f*****g mess. What the hell happened?”
“He was hit by a car,” Yannick said before Brandon could open his mouth. “We were talking in the parking lot, and someone went through too fast. Brandon pushed me out of
