After the manicuring session, Sarah cleaned all of the scratches with infinite patience and suavity. She gave me permission to go home earlier, but Frankie wanted us to stay and so he could help around. I agreed, thinking that some distraction might do him good. Therefore I told Ray to go home and enjoy some extra free hours for once.
Frankie only got to help Sarah arrange a few things before quickly falling asleep on a chair. We carried him to another room where there was a little bed and I returned to my tasks, giving him some time to rest. He hadn't been getting much at night.
******
"C-can we go h-home now?" I heard Frankie ask behind my back nearly two hours later. I turned round and found him yawning and rubbing his eyes under his glasses.
"Of course. Let's go tell Sarah that we're leaving." I grabbed his hand.
Seeing that Frankie was so tired, I suggested to take a taxi; but he insisted that we walked and I complied. He was in no mood to withstand an argument.
At one point, half way home, I began to experience that sense of being observed again. The way Frankie squeezed my hand told me he was feeling it too, or he was at least perceiving my uneasiness. Without stopping our march, I looked in all directions. I could see nothing weird. Neither were there many people on the street, which on one side scared me even more. I was hoping for a taxi to appear, there was none in sight and I wasn't going to risk waiting there for one.
"Let's walk a little faster, we'll be home soon." I whispered to Frank. He nodded.
Suddenly everything seemed to me unusually silent, creepy. The late summer air appeared to change, and a cold breeze made the little hairs on my bare arms bristle. I thought I was imagining it all until Frank wrapped his free arm around his body, shuddering.
"Come on, Gerard. A sudden change in the weather doesn't mean anything bad, fall is close after all!" I encouraged myself. I knew, of course, that the weather wasn't the real problem; it just wasn't helping at all. It made me more nervous and I wanted to be home already.
My breath was caught in my throat as we reached a corner crossed by a dead-end street. I doubted, yet kept on waking. When we got to said corner and were about to pass it by, we heard footsteps out of nowhere. I intended to look back, but a strong arm held my head in place, a sweaty hand covering my mouth while a second arm grabbed me firmly by the waist. I tried to scream, but my screams where stifled. With a violent tug that made all the bones in my fingers hurt, I felt Frankie's hand being separated from mine. His cry was also suppressed.
As I was forced towards the deserted alley, I could catch a glimpse of the man who was holding Frankie in the same way I was being held myself. He was completely dressed in black; black shirt, black suit, black tie and shoes. Even half of his face was covered by huge, black sunglasses. Only his hair was lighter; brown, brushed back with gel.
Frank was kicking and punching. I just allowed my captor to take me wherever he was going to. Fear had paralyzed me and I didn't want to die. Four months ago I would have begged them to kill me, and to do it quickly. Not anymore. I didn't want everything to end like this. I had a life now; something -and even more important someone- to live for. I didn't want Frankie to end up hurt because of my gigantic mistake. I should have never stuck my nose into those kind of matters. Now it was too late, it was maybe the end after all. I knew too much. Not for a moment it occurred to me that those guys could just want to rob us. I knew that wasn't the case, I felt it. And thinking of how scared Frankie must be made my heart shrink. Why did it have to happen this day? Why when the boy was with me? Were they waiting for it? Did they want to make sure that they'd get rid of both of us?
They took us behind a dumpster at the back of the alley, the main street on the distance. Too far for people too notice, any potential noise completely suffocated by the incessant parade of cars barely a block from there.
The brown haired guy violently pushed Frank against an old factory's wall. His back collided with it and he fell to the ground, sobbing loudly. Something awoke in me, and I twisted in the other man's arms. He was dressed exactly like his partner, only he was much taller, bigger and stronger. It was impossible to get myself free. I watched Frank's terrified eyes and cried, tears blurring my vision.
"You better stay there quiet and silent. I don't want to have to hurt you, but I will if you're not a good boy, ok?" the man spoke to Frankie in a deep voice.
"D-don't h-hurt him. D-don't hurt G-gee, p-please." he murmured. My knees failed me and I fell. The guy obliged me to stand up again.
"Are you going to be quiet or not?" Frank's abductor raised his voice this time, kicking his legs.
"Y-yes." Frankie whined and made a ball of himself on the floor, hugging his knees, his eyes fixed on me. He was too scared to fight back as he'd do on a different occasion. I cried harder, choking and gasping for air.
"Now, you. " the guy pressed me roughly to the wall. "One word and the little retard gets it."
He uncovered my mouth only so he could use both his hands to immobilize me. He didn't need much to do that, he looked like a gorilla rather than a man. His robust hands were gripping my shoulders, and his body was so close to mine that I thought he would crush me. I wasn't even able to expand my chest enough to breathe properly, and I was starting to feel dizzy.
CHAPTER 40, part 2
"Listen, faggot. Here's the message for you. If you wanna live, stop playing detective. No more calls, no more questions, no more investigation. Keep the brainless rat if you please, but make sure no one else knows who he is. Forget about everything else." his stinky mouth spat at me. I wanted to punch his face so much. I wanted to retort because I couldn't stand people calling Frankie names. But I didn't. I swallowed hard and kept everything inside, I had fucked up enough. What I'd been fearing so much had become true, and I was the only one to blame. "Understood?" he added, shaking me. I nodded slowly, completely blinded by tears now; the salty liquid penetrating my mouth, making my tongue sting.
"That's better." he smirked, and for a moment I had hope. I thought that maybe that was it, that they would leave us in peace. Hadn't he said that I could live if I agreed to stop investigating?
Sadly, they had something else in mind to make me learn my lesson. I knew it when a hard-as-stone fist met my stomach and made me slide to the ground in pain. I panted, contorted, and desperately looked around for Frankie. He was still lying on his side, no sound coming out of his pursed lips as his eyes watered endlessly. Always staring at me. Those eyes gave me strength and I tried to get up, but the simian pushed me back down.
"Do your job." he instructed the smaller man. He shoved his hand inside of his jacket and retrieved a gun. Frankie let out a terrified shriek and I reached out to touch him, even if barely.
"Shh."
I saw the guy point the gun at me and I closed my eyes tightly, crying harder than I had ever cried in my life, my hand still on Frank's leg. As I waited for my fate I prayed, something that I hadn't done since I was a kid. I prayed for my life, for our life, I prayed for Frankie to be fine if I didn't get out of this alive. There was a small explosion that I had barely time to register before a sharp, dull pain invaded me. I didn't even know where it had originated, but I could then feel it spread through my upper body at the same time that something warm and sticky ran down my left side.
"NO! Not the kid!" I heard the big man's voice.
"But the boss said..." his partner argued.
"I don't care what the boss said, I'm not letting you shoot this nutcase. I don't go that low."
After that I must have blacked out for some seconds, or maybe minutes. When I opened my eyes Frankie was kneeling beside me, his tears falling on my face; and the two guys were nowhere to be seen. The pain was now even more intense and I couldn't move.
"G-gee? Th-thought you w-were dead. Y-you can't. C-can't die, n-no." Frankie shook his head, crying harder. His eyes were moving rapidly, same as that first time I saw him, and it took him a while to set them back on me.
"Ar-are you fine, Frankie? Did they h-hurt you?" I asked him, making a big effort to raise my right hand and touch his face.
" Y-you are h-hurt. Y-yes, you. Th-there's blood...l-lots..."
"I'm fine, baby, I'm fine. Don't be scared." I tried to sound convincing although I was feeling weaker and weaker, fighting to keep my eyes open.
"N-NO YOU'RE N-NOT, TH-THERE'S B-BLOOD! L-LOTS OF B-BLOOD, S-SEE?" he screamed, showing me his hands that were covered in my blood. I was aware that I wouldn't be able to hold on much longer, I had to do something. No one would usually step into that alley, I would definitely die waiting. However I couldn't get up, I'd already lost too much blood. I made a last desperate attempt and Frankie even tried to help me, but it was useless; I felt myself faint. I also realised that they had taken away my cellphone. I motioned for Frankie to get closer, since I couldn't do more than whisper.
"F-frankie, listen. You can help me."
"Y-yes...I...I h-help."
"Let me t-talk. Go back to the street where we came from, the one you can see there?" I pointed. "D-don't go far, just s-stay in the corner and wait until you see someone, anyone. P-please baby, stay in the sidewalk!"
"S-sidewalk, yeah." he nodded.
"When you f-find someone, tell them what h-happened and where I am." I added. He stared at me, confused and doubtful. I wasn't sure if he had understood, but everything was spinning and my vision was turning black. There was no time. "G-go now, I'll be fine."
I let my eyes close to try and regain some strength, still struggling to stay awake. Everything seemed silenced, all the noises reached my ears in a very different way than they'd normally do. I felt isolated from the whole world, absolutely alone, completely frightened. My mouth was dry; my body was cold and aching, yet slightly numbed at the same time.
I didn't have a real notion of how many minutes had passed, it felt like an eternity and I began to worry about Frankie. He hadn't been fine those last days, and what had just happened surely made things one hundred times worse for him. What if once at the main street he didn't know what to do? What if he walked into the traffic again? What if the police found him? I hadn't considered the perils, and now I wished that I hadn't sent him. My eyes filled with tears again, the street hustle grew farther and farther.
Then one sound among the rest became a little louder. Just a little, enough for me to sharpen my ears to grasp it. Voices, two voices. I recognized one, it was Frank. My Frankie. Somehow I managed to open my eyes again. There he was, in the company of a woman, both crouched by my side. She had a cellphone in her hand and was talking to someone.
"Hold on, an ambulance is on its way." she addressed me. Frankie was rubbing his face with both hands, and I saw his lips move though I couldn't understand what he was saying. He wasn't looking at anything or anyone, just blankly into space.
"Frankie? Th-the tag, show her the tag on your n-neck, Frankie..." I gasped. He snapped out of his trance and touched the woman's arm.
"L-look." he pointed at the tag. She looked at it and took out her phone again.
"F-frankie can't be al-alone." he sniffed and fell on my chest, hugging me, making me warm again.
"T-take care of him." I told the woman. I lifted my arm one more time, closing it around Frankie's shaking form, and then silence and darkness won over me.
********
I opened my eyes only to shut them close again, dazzled. I gave it a second try, this time slower. The intense whiteness that had made my eyes hurt didn't come from the light -which was rather dim- but from the walls surrounding me. The next thing my senses caught was the smell, antiseptic. That was enough to know where I was, a hospital. As I casted a panicked look at the needle connecting my right arm to the IV bag on a stand, I recalled what had happened. The fear, the pain, the blackness. My boyfriend's eyes. I was alive thanks to Frankie. He had done everything I instructed him and had gotten me help. I couldn't remember anything else after that last moment when I'd closed my eyes feeling Frank's warm body against my cold one. Anything else until then.
Thoughtlessly, I wanted to use both my arms to sit up on the bed. A piercing pain shot through my left one and I realised that I couldn't separate it from my body. Lifting the sheets, I saw that my limb was attached to my torso with bandages, a red stain next to my shoulder.
"Oh fuck, damn motherfucker!" I cursed, lying back down. My stomach was also sore from the punches I had received.
"Gerard! Oh my God, son, you're awake!" my mom -who was standing next to my bed- exclaimed. "How do you feel?"
"Uh...everything fucking hurts, but fine I guess. What's the time?" I questioned. My mouth felt pasty and dry. She noticed and pressed a button that caused the bed's headboard to raise a little, then handed me a glass of water from the nearby table. I muttered a 'thanks', still waiting for her to answer my question.
"10 am."
"Wh-what? How...?" I felt confused. The last time I had been conscious, it wasn't more than 5 pm.
"It's Friday, honey. You've been out for 17 hours, you lost too much blood." she explicated.
"Oh, fuck! What exactly happened? I mean, I know what happened but...how...hurt am I?"
"Well..." she sighed, dragging a chair that was in a corner to my bedside and sitting down. "You don't have to worry, you're fine. Your main problem was blood loss, so a transfusion was needed. Then about your arm, you were shot in your shoulder. Luckily, no bone or important artery was hit, but they had to operate to remove the bullet and seal some blood vessels. The bullet was located on a muscle, that's why you might be in general pain for several days."
"And when can I go home?" I hurried to question, not really meditating about the information she had given me. It was so natural for her -being a nurse- to talk about those subjects. I wasn't fond of them.
"Gerard, you'll have to be patient. You just got here yesterday evening! I guess you'll have to stay for at least two days, if everything goes alright."
"WHAT? I can't! I need to take care of Frankie!" I froze. "Oh my God, where's he? Is he fine? Those...those motherfuckers...one pushed him and kicked him, and they called him names and...I swear I wanted to do something but I couldn't! And I was also afraid they'd kill us both if I attempted to do something I...it's my fault. I got us into this"
"Gerard, baby, you have to relax now, none of this was your fault. It's..."
"Yes it is my fault!" I lowered my voice. "Those guys... they sent them, they told me to stop investigating. It...it was my fault, mom..."
"Shh, we're not going to talk about that now, ok? It's done. Frankie and you are alive, that's all that matters." my mother kissed my forehead lovingly, and I was crying again.
"I won't try to find out anything else, this time I mean it mom, never again. "
"I know."
"Please tell me how's Frankie, please." I pleaded.
"Frankie...he's fine. His back hurts a little, but nothing was really wrong with him physically. He was left pretty scared and nervous, though and..."
"I need to see him, let me see him...please..." I sniffed. "As if I didn't love him enough already, that boy saved my life, mom! He asked for help."
"He did, Frankie's an amazing kid for sure." mom smiled. There was sadness in that smile. "He's outside with Ray, your friend brought him as soon as he woke up. I'll go call them."
She left and seconds later the door opened again. Ray entered the room with an arm around Frank's shoulders, who was walking very slowly, dragging his feet. Frankie smiled weakly when he saw me and tried to take quicker steps, but tripped and almost fell over.
"Hey, easy, you'll get there the same." Ray held him. I used those seconds it took Frank to reach my side to look at him. He was wearing clean clothes -shorts and a sleeveless shirt- and everything matched, which told me that he hadn't dressed himself. His hair was well brushed and shiny, combed to one side and in a ponytail.
"Hello baby, who did that to your hair?" I inquired, knowing that he'd never liked his hair tied up. I preferred to speak of any random subject other than the last evening's event.
"Uh...h-hii." he whispered.
"He said it was too hot this morning, and he was sweating, that's why I tied his hair up. I think he looks good, actually." Ray rubbed Frank's back. "Do you wanna sit, Frankie?"
"Babe?" I called him. He looked at me and his eyes looked different. Not only were they red and swollen because of so much crying; they were also glassy, sleepy, distant. He lifted a knee and tried to climb my bed, but his body didn't seem to respond very well.
"Let me help you." Ray picked him up and placed him on the bed, by my unhurt side. Frankie crawled closer, staring into my eyes. He kissed my lips very softly and lied down facing me with his mouth semi opened, without saying a word.
"Ray, is he ok?" I asked. There was something abnormal about Frank, I could see it.
"As fine as he could be after what he had to go through, I guess. He was extremely perturbed and nervous when I got there yesterday after that woman called me. The ambulance arrived at that same moment and they had to sedate him to be able to separate him from you. Once at the hospital, after we knew you'd be alright, I called Goldberg. The sedative had already ran out and I was worried about Frankie. He was murmuring, trying to hit himself all the time, crying, screaming. We couldn't get him to actually notice us."
"Oh baby, I'm so so sorry." I moved my arm so Frank could put his head on my chest, and I kissed it while my fingers played with his ponytail.
"Goldberg was very helpful, he came here to see Frankie." Ray continued. "He said his condition was aggravated due to stress and the traumatic experience. It might be only temporarily, though. He injected him with an increased dose of his medication and told us to keep it like that. One more pill per day, so that's one and a half each intake."
"Oh, that's why he's kinda...zombified." I watched Frank's dreamy eyes.
"Yeah, he's not very lucid, I know. Goldberg said he'll get a little better as his body gets used to the new dose. Right now it's necessary, he needs to be as serene as possible. The doc will be also seeing him once a week for some time. And he recommended not to force him to do anything, even the reading practice and all that, because it might be harder and it'd only frustrate him."
"Well, babe, after all I doubted about your medication...it seems destiny decided, uh?" I caressed his face and he smiled more heartedly this time.
"L-love you."
"I love you too, my brave savior! Don't worry, I'll get better veeery soon and take care of you." I promised. I wasn't sure how much he remembered of the previous day and how much it had affected him. I supposed that he'd need a lot of patience, a lot of love. Nothing I couldn't give him.
"Gerard?" Ray drew my attention.
"Yeah?"
"I know it's maybe not the best moment, but if I don't say it I'll explode..." he paused and I frowned, intrigued.
"Say what?"
"About your 'investigation'... I told you so."
CHAPTER 41
Lay beside me, tell me what they've done.
Speak the words I wanna hear, to make my demons run.
The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true.
If you can understand the me, than I can understand the you.
Sure, 'I told you so' wasn't a line I wanted to hear from anyone; but I expected it, I deserved it.
"I know Ray, I know. I think that's the first thing I told myself as soon as those guys appeared." I responded tiredly. Frank tightened his grip on me, and Ray brought his index finger to his lips.
"Gee..."
"Yeah, you're right, not the moment." I whispered. "How did you do with Frankie last night? Did my mom take him with her? Oh but...no, you said he was with you this morning..." I rambled, just trying to find a slightly different subject.
"Goldberg thought that at least for the first night Frankie would be more comfortable at his own house, that he'd miss you less that way. So both Donna and I stayed there with him, only that she came to the hospital earlier this morning." he caressed Frank's hair.
"Where is she now?" I asked, noticing that my mother wasn't in the room anymore.
"Oh, I finally talked her into going to the diner. Last night she didn't want to eat at all and today she left without having breakfast. Now that you're fine she has no excuse!"
"Well, you can guess where my stubbornness comes from..." I laughed and regretted it right away as I was attacked by pain. Everything from my chest to my waist -minus my right arm- was aching. Ray saw me grimacing and flinched, alarmed.
"Gerard...are you ok? Want me to call a nurse?"
"No, it's fine. The pain is not that much if I stay quiet. I'll ask them to give me something later, I don't want to fall asleep just now. I already lost several hours of my life." I shook my head and again, that hurt. "Ouch!"
"I...I'm h-hurting you?" Frankie questioned, looking up. He did add more pressure on my sore chest, but at the same time it felt so good to have him close to me.
"Not at all, babe." I continued to rub his neck.
We remained like that for near an hour, Frankie dozing off every now and then while Ray and I did some small talk. The nurse came and added something to the IV line, assuring me that it wouldn't put me to sleep right away. Ray had told me that the girl was very nice to Frankie the night before, which became evident when, knowing the boy was there again, she brought him some orange juice and a pack of cookies. Accepting the food eagerly, Frank sat on the edge of the metallic bed. He gave Ray and me one cookie each and ate the rest without saying a word.
"At least he seems to be hungry, uh?" I commented while Ray collected the crumbs from Frankie's lap on his hand.
"Yep, and he had a complete breakfast at home! It must be the medication that's making him hungrier, not sure. Anyway, I guess it's a positive thing."
"It sure is." I briefly kissed Frank's lips as he lied back with me.
He appeared to sleep for a good while -or at least his eyes were closed, but then he began to stir beside me, making me groan in pain.
"Hey, Frankie...is something wrong, kid? Stay quiet, remember Gerard's hurt." Ray hushed him.
"I'm fine." I forced a smile. "What's wrong, babe?"
"Th-think I g-gotta pee."
"That's it? I better take you now, then. We don't want any accident here, do we?" Ray tried to get Frankie out of the bed, but the boy resisted and hid his face against the pillow.
"Why do you say that? Was there any 'accident' at home?"
"Yeah...while asleep. Totally normal under the circumstances, I'm sure." Ray said. I realised that things might end up being a little harder than I thought.
"It's understandable, of course. He was also given sedatives plus a higher dose of his meds last night, that could have added to his...not being able to control that." I voiced my reasoning. "It's fine Frankie, don't be ashamed. Now go with Ray."
"N-no. W-wanna stay with y-you."
"You'll have to go with him to the bathroom, you can't send your pee there by mail!" I tried to make him laugh, only gaining a weak smile.
"D-don't want t-to."
"Come on, it'll be quick." Ray made him sit. "Since you can't walk too fast I'll carry you and we'll get there sooner, ok? We'll be back here in no time!"
"K-kay." he simply replied, allowing Ray to lift him in his arms and leave the room.
I was so sorry. I regretted everything so much. Wished with all my heart that time machines existed so I could go back and do things differently, better. I would have forgotten about Frank's past and just cared about giving him a good present, a promising future. It was too late for repentance, or I at least knew that I wouldn't get anything out of it. Yet I was still here to make things right from now on.
Ray came back clutching the hand of a slow, pouting Frankie. I presumed that my friend's back had refused to do any more carrying. I was smirking at that thought when I suddenly discerned the obvious concern on Ray's face. My first impulse was to glance at Frankie, thinking that maybe they hadn't made it to the bathroom in time; but his pants didn't seem wet. My mother entered the room behind them and hugged Frankie, while Ray walked towards my bed.
"Two guys from the police are out there." he murmured.
"What? What the fuck do they want?"
"You know...when someone's shot, the hospital reports it to the police. They only want to ask you some questions, routine." he replied. Just what I needed.
"Oh fuck, whatever. Tell them to come in, the quicker this is done, the better."
"Ok. But...have you thought of what you're gonna tell them? You can't..."
"Yeah Ray, don't worry. I won't tell them the truth." I reassured him.
"I just...don't think it'd be convenient. I hid your wallet before they rolled you into the ambulance, I'm sure nobody saw it. So you can tell them you were robbed."
"Thanks, I'll do that then." I assented.
When they were all going to leave the room, Frank began to scream, trying to get to me. "N-NO...W-WANNA STAY!"
"Those men outside need to talk to Gerard for some minutes, Frankie. Then you'll be able to come back here." My mother spoke to him gently.
"N-no...NO P-PLEASE LEMME S-STAY!" he was fully crying, although too sedated to fight.
"Baby, I promise we'll come back." mom insisted.
"N-no! I s-stay with him..." Frank sobbed, his legs failing him.
"Mom, let him stay, arguing will only stress him more. Explain the situation to those guys." I pleaded.
"Are you sure? Frankie will listen..."
"I know, I'll try to avoid going into details. Maybe they won't bother me that much if Frankie's with me."
"Ok." she helped Frankie sit back on the bed. He instantly clung to my stomach and I had to be strong to refrain from screaming in pain. He was still sobbing, but eventually calmed down as I let my hand run from his head to the small of his back in a slow motion.
"Shhh, just try to sleep. I'm here."
Some minutes later, two middle-aged agents entered the room. One of them, slightly younger, seemed to be in a good physical shape. The other one presented a very prominent abdomen -probably because of too much free donuts and pizza- which made you wonder how he could run after criminals and actually reach them if obliged to. I didn't mean to be scornful with my thinking, I wasn't exactly that thin myself; but my job didn't require me to be in line or somewhat athletic. That was the difference.
I was mentally laughing -still amazed at how many weird, random ideas I was able to come up with in abnormal situations- when the pudgy man put his identification badge in front of my face. "Good morning, Mister Way." his voice was too high-pitched. Even more than Ray's, which meant really high-pitched, annoyingly so.
"Good morning." I responded. The other cop followed the same procedure as both of them informed me of their names, but I didn't pay attention.
"We were told that the kid was with you when you were attacked. Is that right?" the thin one asked, even though he had evidently learned the answer already. His voice, as opposed to the first guy's, was grave and solemn, which didn't make it any less annoying. Extremes were usually bad, specially in such an unamusing circumstance as I was.
"Yes, he...he's my youngest brother. We were both attacked actually, though luckily they didn't go that far with him." I said, hearing Frank whimper a little. "He's still very nervous, so I'll be thankful if we cut this short."
"Will do. Your mother filled us in about the boy's situation, it'll only be a couple of questions. How many attackers were there? Do you remember something relevant about them?" big belly questioned. He took a deep breath and I was afraid that one of his shirt's buttons would eject and leave me blind.
"Two, and all I know is that they were completely dressed in black, black suits. Also big sunglasses, so I couldn't see their faces; I didn't try much, honestly. One guy was big, the other one much smaller. I can't add anything else." I revealed the only true facts that I thought couldn't get me into any more trouble. Frankie was silent, but I could hear his heart beating faster and faster against my chest. He was hearing it all, and probably remembering.
"Could you describe those men's actions?" the same cop inquired.
"Is it necessary? I don't want to talk about it with my brother present." I had to be more careful than ever while in front of the law, even if calling Frankie my brother felt too unnatural to me. I hoped they wouldn't require to see his ID, though something told me my mother had taken care of that already. She was good with white lies.
"It is, sorry."
"Ok. They trapped us at the corner of that alley, and dragged us behind a dumpster. There was some pushing, kicking and punching....and lastly, before leaving, they...well, did the obvious to me." I related it as fast and simplified as I could, praying that it'd be enough. Frank's breathing was growing more agitated.
"S-so s-scared..." he muttered.
"I know, don't think about it." I kissed his head. Then I glared at the two police officers. "Are we over? He needs some peace, don't you see?"
"Hey! No need to get aggressive, young man, we're helping here!" 'fit one' reprimanded me. If my good arm hadn't been holding Frank, I would have punched him. "Just one more thing. Do you have any idea of what the reason for the assault could be?"
"Well, they stole my wallet and cellphone, so I guess you have your answer there. I'm sure they shot me to stop me from running for help soon after." I answered cockily and shrugged. Bad decision when you've been shot in the shoulder. "Awww, fuck!"
"Wh-what? Y-you ok?" Frank asked groggily.
"Yes. I'm fine, Frankie, I just made a bad movement and it hurt." I sent the men a killer look again.
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