Fallon
Horror strikes me mute as I watch him work mercilessly on his wound. “How are you not in pain?” I force myself to ask, unable to tear my gaze away from the wound.
He smirks at my question, obviously finding amusement in my horrified expression. He reaches for a box of opioids - Hydromorphone - and tosses it toward me without breaking from his gruesome task. “You think I’m not?” He grunts out.
Casting a glance toward the bedroom, hearing the door open. Milo steps in, closes the door, and swiftly locks it. Returning my attention to Leone.
“Maybe you should go to a hospital?” I offer, and he stares at me, and I feel like an i***t at my suggestion. Moving closer, I pluck the tweezers from his fingers, slipping between him and the sink basin. I sit on the edge, and Leone raises an ey
