He woke at 10:00 am. His neck, right arm, and back ached a bit. Nothing broken he thought, bruising only. His mouth was sore. He ran his tongue over the sharp broken teeth, felt for the gap where the small tooth in the top row had been. He looked at his mobile on the chest of drawers. Picked it up. Aaron had rung a few times. He hit the redial button. It started to ring.
Aaron picked up quickly. ‘Mate, mate, you should come in now.’
‘What?’
‘They operated yesterday afternoon but the wound … there’s some infection. It’s serious.’
‘What? s**t. How bad is it?’
‘He might not make it.’
‘Like that? So fast?’
‘I’m not a bloody doctor, Cash. Get here, now.’
now‘Yep, yep. I’ll be there.’
Fuck me. Could this world get any worse? He called Aimee.
Fuck me‘Hey.’
‘You should come and see Mick
