Chapter c Entertainer
Robert leaned along the opposite wall in the hallway with his ankles crossed, and peered down at Iggy’s lower hip from a distance, but didn’t quite understand. “What’s the point?” he asked. “He’ll starve by two weeks, anyways.” “I’m not sentencing him to starvation,” the radio responded. “If you have any prisoners coming in, by all means, send them to their demise. I sent him down with a full stomach to encourage healing of the heart transplant, but it was obviously useless.” “Alright. I understand. I’ll let you know.” Robert flipped the radio on silent and stepped forward. “So, that’s why.” Iggy pulled away from the bars. He gravitated to the furthest cement wall and kept himself from collapsing, then he laid one hand flat over the wound and the other over the medicine patch on his h
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