Losing Lives
It had been nearly eleven hours since Angela fell asleep. She didn't wake when the doctor checked on her—a doctor on their paycheck who gets out of bed at odd hours into the night without questions. Not even when there was a little rouse because the people around him insisted Gael get checked first because his shoulder was hurt, her eyes remained closed.
Pissed off, Gael had grabbed the doctor's shirt and had threatened him that if he didn't check Angela first… "I'll shove the stethoscope far up your ass and make you listen to every crack of bone I'll break when I beat the shit out of you."
That was over ten hours ago. The hard walls around them drove him crazy, reminding him of the weeks he spent there recuperating from the gunshot wound and the surgery. The Bunk, while it was theirs and could be called a home, was undeniably suffocating when they were hidden several meters under the ground.