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“And you couldn’t fix that shit up when you were in messing with my eyes? Not thatthatworked very well at all.”
“You had a traumatic brain injury, Damon,” Doc said. “Totally unrelated to the eyes.”
Fuck me. “Then let me out of here.”
“Damon. You—”
“I’m leaving. Make it happen, now.” I swung my feet off the bed. Lizzie had gone to get a soda, and she didn’t need to hear this shit.
Herboyfriendwas worthless. Headaches that pretty much incapacitated meandblind. Not to mention the stellar background of gangs, violence, and drugs.
“Damon. I said not yet. The body is an amazing thing. It’s been only a short time since you’ve woken up. You’re doing well with your rehab, too. Just hang in there.”
“Whatever, Doc. Thanks for everything, where are my clothes?”
“Chair. Left side of the door. I’d like to keep you here one more night.”
“Nope.” Standing, I reached to my right and found the bed. If I remembered correctly it was four paces to the bathroom from the end of the bed. “Toss my clothes into the bathroom for me, would ya?”
I heard rustling and the clang of a belt. Lizzie had picked that out for me. Hell, the whole outfit. She took care of me. I both loved and hated that fact.
I can’t even pick out my own clothes.
I was worthless.
“Clothes are on the toilet seat. Let’s set an appointment—”
“Yo, D-Man.” Jeff’s voice boomed into the room. “Hey, Doc. What’s the verdict?”
“More great news, buddy, that’s what.” I slammed the bathroom door and rummaged through the clothes on the seat.
With the grace of a newborn, I threw on my clothes, ran my fingers through my hair, and then pushed open the door.
A pair of hands gripped my shoulders and spun me. An arm wrapped around my waist, clamping my arms to the side while another arm snaked around my neck and did a great impression of a boa constrictor.
“What the hell?”
“Exactly,” Jeff said. “What’s with the attitude?”
“Screw you, Jeff. Get off me.”
“It’s called respect, man. The doc’s doing his job. So am I. There are a lot of people here trying to help your sorry ass. Attitude like this is not acceptable.”
I struggled against his hold, but it only tightened.
“You have about five seconds to let go of me,” I said.
“Or what? What are you going to do, tough guy?
He was right. What could I do? Before, I would flash my gun or beat the shit out of him. Or my brothers would. I was never alone. Always had backup.
“That’s what I thought,” Jeff said, his voice laced with anger.
“Omigosh!” I heard Lizzie’s voice followed by something crashing to the ground. “Damon.”
“No. No. No.” I held my hands up the best I could. “It’s okay, Lizzie.”
“Things are different here, man.” Jeff released me. “No dumbass gang symbol on your wrist is gonna change that. Neither is thefuck the worldattitude. Sorry, miss, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
