Elias
Shit.
He hadn’t been ready to see Thomas again. What were the chances of them bumping into each other exactly at that moment? And there? Initially, he hadn’t even wanted to go to the hospital, but his face had been hurting badly. At home, he didn’t have any painkillers, and he was afraid his cheekbone was broken. Not that they could have done much, because he didn’t have much money right now and they probably would have asked him to pay for the service, but he was feeling vulnerable and he missed having somebody to take care of him.
Sometimes it happened to him. Not often, but lately it happened more often than he liked to admit.
His mother had died when he was a kid. Back then, they lived in the States. He’d been three years old, and he almost couldn’t remember her. He could onl
