“Where are we?”
Suree had helped him into a tuk tuk, exchanged a rapid dialog with the driver, and Beau had nearly fallen asleep on the ride.
“My brother’s gym,” she said. “He treats his fighters and can see to your injuries, and I did not think you would want to go to the hospital here.”
“That was incredible, what you did back there,” Beau said.
“It was very stupid,” she corrected. “And my brother will have many things to say to me about it. But it was necessary. Mee Noi meant for you to be hurt, because he is hurt.” Beau let Suree situate herself under his arm, helped him into the gym. God, his legs hurt, both thigh muscles were screaming in agony.
Suree’s brother apparently didn’t speak English, or didn’t think it was worth discussing. He rattled on at Suree in rapid, agitated Thai
