He releases me, rising from the bed to stalk naked into the closet. He disappears inside it, reemerging quickly, fully dressed. He’s holding a black bag in one hand and carrying his overcoat.
Without another word or a glance in my direction, he’s gone.
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ying in the hospital bed with tubes bristling from his nose and both his arms and bandages plastered over almost all his visible skin, including his face, the kid looks like s**t.
I had to come see it for myself. I can’t believe this stubborn little fucker is still alive.
“Hello, Diego.”
He gazes at me. His dark eyes are surprisingly focused.
From what I’d heard, he was pretty much brain dead.
I suppose having a burning wood beam fall on your head will do that to you.
I take a seat beside his bed and set my gun on the ni
