CHAPTER THREE
Fear looked over the orange pill bottle that contained the pain killers before popping the cap. He dumped one into the palm of his hand and threw it back. He then picked up the glass of water from the dresser and took a sip, washing it down. He kicked off his Timbs and lay back in bed, tucking a pillow behind his head. He’d just closed his eyes when the door opened and Eureka stepped in, pulling it shut behind her.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m alright,” he exhaled.
“I’m sorry that was a dumb ass question,” she said, once she’d thought about it. The man had a gash in his stomach and his life’s savings had been stolen. Of course he wasn’t fine. She couldn’t begin to imagine how he was feeling or what was going through his head. She couldn’t help but to feel responsible. If
