Chapter 27
Waking up in the hospital with James being the first person you see is even worse than trying to get into a cab with a bleeding anus and a towel sticking to you making you burn like hell down there. I really believed that I had seen the last of him, but here we were, back together like old times. Him in front of a hospital bed, playing the doting father who could not believe what had happened to his poor son.
I could see his silhouette behind the curtain, but that wasn’t how I knew it was him. It was the voice. The voice that cooed into my ear and breathed down my neck every time he wanted to punish me by satisfying himself.
“…very troubled nurse… had a suicide attempt a few months back… no idea what triggered him to run off in the middle of the night… must have been raped… maybe test for HIV… yes, just glad he is alive… very blessed yes, we are very blessed…”