Fifty-One
"Shut-up. You need to shut-up so nobody will hear you." Lex parked behind the combines and grabbed a bag from beside him. He jumped into the back seat beside Phil. "God, she got you good."
The wound gapped. The doctor had only gotten a couple stitches started at one end. "You are one lucky son-of-a-b***h that I used to work at a hospital."
Phil coughed. "So like you're ... a doctor ... now?" He coughed again, and the wound opened more.
"Hell, yeah." Lex opened the bag and pulled out a bottle of medicinal whiskey and some peroxide. "Used to clean up the ER with this stuff."
Phil opened his eyes. "Whiskey?"
Lex laughed. "Peroxide on the ER counters. Whiskey for my health."
Phil broke out laughing, ended up coughing. Blood seeped.
Lex opened the whiskey, lifted Phil's head a
