“Not exactly,” he says grimly. “He slit his own f*****g throat.”
It’s amazing that they can have a calm conversation in the midst of all this. But neither one seems all that fazed. Now that I think about it, they’ve probably been in similar situations before.
“Okay,” I say. “I think the bleeding has stopped. I’m gonna have to clean the wound now.”
“Or we can wait for Dr. Roth.”
“The longer we wait, the higher the chance of infection,” I tell Phoenix. “But it’s your call.”
He regards me calmly for a moment and then nods. “Go ahead. Do what you have to.”
Taking encouragement from his words, I slowly pull away the cloth to make sure the bleeding has stopped. “This might hurt,” I say to prepare him.
He scoffs. “I’ve been through worse.”
I work slowly, taking care to wash well to reduce
