16
Refusal of Boon
It was bright. Really bright. I blinked, trying to focus on the face that was two inches from my nose.
“He’s awake.”
A man’s face. Blue paper cap. A doctor? He looked familiar.
“Where’s Jessica?” I croaked.
He glanced off to the side. After a moment, I heard a quiet reply. Flip’s voice. “I tried, brother. I tried. Took a bullet, trying.”
No. s**t.
“I was a few years ahead of you guys, so you probably don’t remember me,” said the doctor. “But you used to date my—”
“Jimbo,” I said, closing my eyes.
Isn’t he an animal doc? I thought to myself as light faded to dark.
I was in a bed. Daylight streamed through the windows. As I struggled to orient myself, my mind presented an image of Clyde and Jorge, mortally wounded, lying in pools of blood. Jorge gasping like an
