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“We did. Lucky for you, Drew had the presence of mind to tell them not to give you anything. And anyway, you were off your face on tequila. You could have chosen a gentler spirit to get drunk on.”
A doctor arrived before we could discuss it further. John stood off to the side, listening intently to what he had to say.
I was allowed to go home on the understanding someone stayed with me. The wounds on both my hands and head would heal, but I needed to keep them clean and dry. Fortunately, the damage to my hand was minimal, and I’d not cut through any tendons or nerves. Typically, it was the hand I used to hold the scissors, so that was me out of the game for a while.
Drew would understand. He had to.
“Do you have somewhere to go, Liam? What about your parents? Are they around?”
“He can stay with me.” John stepped in. “I’ll make sure he has everything he needs.”
“Ah, you must be his father,” the doctor said.
The look John gave him was cold. “I’m his boyfriend.”
“Oh, I see.” The doctor was flustered by John’s admission but said nothing more. “I’ll have the nurse sort out your medication, and then you can go.”
Before we could utter another word, he was gone. I looked at John, trying to stifle the laugh bubbling up.
“Fucking father. I’ll give him father.” John fumed.
“Are you okay?”
“It’s not funny, Liam.”
“It kind of is. Although we look nothing alike.”
I patted the bed next to me, and he sat.
“I can go back home, you know. I don’t have to stay at yours.”
“It’s best right now if you stay with me.”
He was holding something back.
“What aren’t you telling me? If this involves me, I need to know.”
He looked to the ceiling and took a deep breath.
“Sam and I went to see Stuart yesterday. That was the appointment I needed to keep.”
“Why would you need to go see him?”
“A case we’re working on. Not connected to you, but there are similarities to Ziggy’s assault. We visited Stuart to see if he knew anything. He seemed clueless but did know about you and me. That makes me nervous enough to want to keep a close eye on you. It could be nothing…”
“But it could be something,” I finished the sentence.
“We have plans to visit Damian tomorrow. We’re going to try a different tack with him. See if it throws anything up. We can stop by yours, grab some things you’ll need. I’ll go call Drew and tell him what’s happening.”
Would I be any safer at John’s house? I wasn’t convinced, but I wasn’t going to argue.
Still needing that pee, I shifted to the edge of the bed. My head spun, still woozy. Was it from the cut or the tequila?
I blew out a breath and stood, holding on to the bed rail for support. I could do this.
A nurse bustled in at that moment.
“Good Lord, what in god’s name are you doing out of bed?” Her Irish heritage was apparent. “Let me help you.”
