Two nurses and a doctor were attending to Luther while Erik and I were seated on the couch. With the flow of conversation between Luther and the doctor, it appeared that he refused to be treated and pulled those tubes detached from his hand. My eyes narrowed at Erik, demanding an answer.
"He insisted to see you first," he simply replied.
"Did you tell him--?".
"I did, but he won't believe me unless he got to see you with his own eyes. I called you several times but you weren't picking up," he said in a weary voice.
That explained Johnson looking as though he had been chased down by some wild hound as he came over to my apartment to fetch me. Had I known Luther would react that way, I wouldn't have left him.
"As Luther's friend, I'm grateful you haven't abandoned him but being your the
