The evening opened with, “We need to talk.” It didn’t matter which of them spoke first; they were, all three, thinking the same thing, Sam was certain.
Naturally, Sam had questions but…he didn’t know what they were or which one was most important. Bobby and Chantelle had shown him nothing but patience, but they needed him to communicate. Knowing and believing what he saw in their eyes failed to coalesce in his mind.
“I’m too tired to change again so soon.” Bobby sounded apologetic. “Most days it wouldn’t be a problem, but everything’s bruised.”
From what he gleaned from Chantelle, Bobby’s reluctance to transform spoke of the extent of his injuries. According to Bobby, his lungs and other organs had ruptured or been punctured by several broken ribs. If Bobby were human, he’d be dead.
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