June.
I stood for over five minutes outside the room James was in, the door was partly open, and he was talking with someone in there. The guy who had brought him in, he was the one inside the room.
When I heard the movement of his feet, I knew he was coming out. I turned to the other side of the wall, pretending that I hadn't been there for a while.
I knew he glanced at me before he went out, the door was still left open but slightly.
“I can smell you from here, so come in.”
I came in and stood close to the door.
“You can come closer.”
His hand was bandaged, and some plasters were around several wounds on his body, it was obvious that he had been beaten as well.
“I see the treatment went well.”
He nodded. “I still feel a bit nauseous.” He chuckled.
“Are you going home
