They’d taken his jacket and dress shirt off when they had brought him in. They said it was to check him for further injuries since he wasn’t conscious at the moment to relay what hurt. He’d gotten his dress shirt back, haphazardly buttoned and sleeves rolled up sloppily. It wasn’t like him to be so consciously unkempt but right now he didn’t care. Right now he was waiting desperately for them to give him back his jacket which contained his phone so he could call Chen. Make sure she was ok. Nero had gotten away but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t take Sterling’s pursuit personally and call in the hit anyway.
‘the Home won’t be the last thing your wife loses.’ could have meant a few things, the obvious of which was that she would lose her life. It could have also meant she would lose her husband but he knew that’s not that Nero was implying. He had to get in touch with her. Now.
Sterling sat on the bench in the hallway of medical, hunched over, and hiding his face in one hand. He sighed heavily, shifting the ice bag his other hand was holding to the back of his head slightly left. He looked... defeated. Physically and mentally and emotionally defeated. Exhausted sorrow filled his features and for a while he did not move in stark contrast to the way medical swarmed and bustled around him.
He was done. Truly and utterly done.