I study him: young, hardened, frightened. My instincts flare—protect, help, hold.
I can't leave him out there all alone.
The clinic becomes quieter—just the deep breath Leon exhales and the low snip of the scissors as Edward works.
I glance at the door, at Edward bent over Leon, and I place both hands on my knees, steadying myself for what comes next.
There’s no way we’ll avoid the rouge’s and there's no way I’ll let them hurt Leon.
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I’m resting against the faded linoleum of the reception desk. Leon’s breathing steadies in the examination room. Edward gave him an antibiotic and pain management tonic about fifteen minutes ago and it's finally starting to take effect.
Soon I’ll have to go home and —
BANG. BANG. BANG.
The clinic door rattles, breaking my train of thought.
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