Prescription Pain | It Will Come Back #3
Who the hell was she talking to? The orange chick, maybe. That was the last friend he saw her with—the last time he tried. She came right out into the shed where he was working. She was nervous, but when wasn’t she looking flushed and pale at the same time. She asked him if he wanted to go on a date with her. The only date a woman asked him on was the kind that ended in her bed. Her—hadn’t been with anyone in a long time. He didn’t want to be. What the fuck was the other one saying? Her accent was weird. Infection—yeah, that sounded about right. Salt, he should have thought of that. He listened there, but farther away than he wanted to be. He didn’t expect Nina to bring another person into this. That felt unlike her. He must have been pretty bad off if it scared Nina enough to bring someone else in. - His head was hot, like someone pierced his skull with a branding iron. The little kitchen was even smaller with the tabled turned over. Pushing himself up the wall, Logan looked. He was
