Then I pulled out a long hoodie and a durag and went back to the room.
I sat on the bed and tried helping him wear the hoodie. He flinched slightly still in pain.
"What exactly happened last night?",I asked.
"My dad played a really dirty game on me, he asked me to deliver some stuffs at a certain location, he said they were drugs, and I don't do shits like that, but then he insisted so I decided to go. Getting to the place, we got surrounded by men and I mentioned my dad's name and they said they were enemies. Buttom line we opened the said package and it was a bomb, that was supposed to be to destroy them, they didn't want to hear this whole I had no idea about this s**t they attacked.
That's how I got injured", he said.
"Talked to your dad after that?", I asked feeling sorry for him
