3 Chapter 3

Tank tilted his head to one side. “What now?”

I realized, too late, I’d been staring. “Uh, was wondering why you don’t have any tattoos.”

Tank shifted in his seat and looked down. “Don’t like them.”

That was surprising. Everyone else in the band was inked up. And the size of Tank’s arms would make for a perfect canvas.

Before I could think about it any further a nurse in blue scrubs came into the room and announced, “William Prout?”

I got up to follow the rapidly disappearing nurse. To my surprise Tank stood and followed me. The nurse tried to tell him he couldn’t accompany me, but she, too, might as well have saved her breath. I was quickly coming to realize that if Tank wanted to do something…he did it.

I soon learned the real reason why Tank didn’t have any tattoos. The doctor had just begun to stitch up my forehead when Tank’s face went a ghostly white and he slumped to the floor in a dead faint.

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