We can hear David coming up the stairs, but he’s moving differently. I open the door to find him stumbling down the hall, covered in blood.
“David,” I say, shocked as I rush to him, trying to find the source of the blood.
“I’m fine, Les,” he say, wincing, but he’s not convincing at all. “Just go back with your mate.” The way he says mate makes my heart ache. He’s mad and I guess, through the pain, he’s not able to hide it.
“No, let me help you.”
Randall comes down the hall, putting David's arm around his back and helping him into his room. I run down the hall and grab the medical bag, rushing back to find him seated in a chair, pulling his shirt over his head.
“What happened?” I ask, looking at the giant gash going across his chest as he unbuttons his pants, shifting to wiggle th
