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Temporary pain I could deal with.
The pain that I lived with on a daily basis thanks to whatever fucked up hell hole I’d stayed in?
Yeah, that was a much different kind of pain.
“So, what happened to have the kid arrested?” Frankie asked, sounding engrossed in what she
was doing.
At first, I thought she was asking about my scars, but then she gently dabbed at the road rash
around my right kidney with a piece of gauze.
“A man was arrested,” I said, remembering what I’d heard Yao talking about when I’d come
inside to wash off my arms. “He was shot a few days ago, and they brought him in for questioning.”
Frankie’s eyes met mine, and she knew instantly what I wasn’t saying.
Yes, it was the same man that she’d reported on just the day before.
Her eyes flicked to an older doctor who was watching Frankie work with a frown on his face,
then back to me.
The older doctor, who I assumed was Dr. Cromwell, had been watching her from the nurses’
station since Frankie had walked into the room.
I would’ve closed the door had I thought it would keep him out.
“That’s no good,” Frankie finally said, her eyes intense and weirdly focused on me. “Let me go
grab the supplies and get this cleaned up. See what we’re working with.”
I didn’t protest her sudden departure.
Nor did I protest when Cromwell turned and crowded Frankie when she got to a door that said
‘supplies’ on it.
I did clench my teeth when they both disappeared behind the door.
“What was that about?” Captain Morgan asked.
I flicked my gaze to him. “What was what about?”
“The hesitation to take your shirt off,” he said.
I rolled my eyes.
“The hesitation is that I’m scarred, and I don’t enjoy getting pitying looks from beautiful women,”
I finally said. “What’s it to you?”
Captain Morgan grinned at me. “Once upon a time, I knew you.”
I blinked.
