Chapter Twenty-One: Almost Everything.
Frank was already through the door before it fully opened. I was two steps behind him. Marco was sitting up against the pillows when we walked in. Pale. But his eyes were open, slowly tracking the room like he was relearning where he was. Frank crossed the room immediately, gripping his brother’s face in both hands like he needed proof he was still alive. “Boss finally decided to visit?” Marco rasped, his voice hoarse from weeks without speaking. Frank ignored the joke. "Hey." Frank's voice came out wrecked. Just that one word. "Hey.” Marco huffed a weak breath. “Jesus, Frank.” Frank’s shoulders lowered slightly, like some of the tension finally left his body. “You look like hell.” “Feel worse. I feel like I got hit by a truck.” Frank pulled a chair closer and sat down beside the
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