Chapter 70
Connie screamed and knelt down at my side. I became aware of her touch before I was aware even of my own pain, where it was coming from and why, and her hands lifted me into an upright position. She cradled my jaw and traced gently over the side of my face even as I flinched away from her in pain, managing to pull open my left eye. My right eye, I realized then, was swollen shut. Connie’s face was inches from my own and her shallow breathing echoed mine, both of our chests rising and falling together.
“What the fuck, Gallagher? You can’t hit a girl,” somebody said. Jack, maybe. “Get the hell out of here.”