“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”
What a fucking understatement.
Freddy writhed against the concrete, desperate to alleviate any amount of PAIN that he could. His jaw hung SLACK in a fit of raw shock; it was all he could DO to whimper or mewl when strengthpermitted.
“Christ. Jesus -- fuckin’ CHRIST.”
The words fell from his mouth in a garbled mess. With a stab wound like that, who could blame him?
“How ‘bout you quit bein’ SORRY and GET HELP?”















