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going to do with the psycho chick? No wonder Warner wants
you dead—OW, MAN, what the hell—”
“She’s not crazy. And she’s not deaf, asshole.”
The door slams shut behind them and I can only make out
their muffled argument. I have a feeling Adam doesn’t want
me to hear what he has to say to Kenji. Either that, or it’s
the screaming.
I have no idea what Adam is doing, but I assume it has
something to do with dislodging a bullet from Kenji’s body
and generally repairing the rest of his wounds as best he
can. Adam has a pretty extensive first aid supply and
strong, steady hands. I wonder if he picked up these skills in
the army. Maybe for taking care of himself. Or maybe his
brother. It would make sense.
Health insurance was a dream we lost a long time ago.
I’ve been holding this gun in my hand for nearly an hour.
I’ve been listening to Kenji scream for nearly an hour and I
only know that because I like counting the seconds as they
pass by. I have no idea what time it is. I think there’s a clock
in James’ bedroom but I don’t want to go into his room
without permission.
I stare at the gun in my hand, at the smooth, heavy metal,
and I’m surprised to find that I enjoy the way it feels in my
grip. Like an extension of my body. It doesn’t frighten me
anymore.
It frightens me more that I might use it.
The bathroom door opens and Adam walks out. He has a
small towel in his hands. I get to my feet. He offers me a
small smile. He reaches into the tiny fridge for the even
tinier freezer section. Grabs a couple of ice cubes and drops
them into the towel. Disappears into the bathroom again.
I sit back on the couch.
It’s raining today. The sky is weeping for us.
Adam comes out of the bathroom, this time emptyhanded,
still alone.