City of Strangers
“In fact, one peek revealed a real person bent over his hand, a young man, rubbing a cold wet goo onto the unbearable wound. He clamped his eyes shut again, engulfed by a visceral desire to return immediately to the world of sleep and blot out the pain, but it had so thoroughly invaded his busy dream-state that even there some terrible wolverine-like animal had been chewing on the hand. No, he was awake now. He discovered that his ankles were still taped and his hip told him he lay on cement. His shoulder was being shaken gently. Jack Liffey opened an eye again to see a delicate hand, slim pianist’s fingers.
“Can you swallow, sir?”
The boy was maybe seventeen or eighteen, darkly handsome, and knelt beside him offering a glass of water and two pills.
“It’s codeine. I put Xylocaine on your hand, from the first-aid kit, but it’s probably not strong enough to help much.”
Jack Liffey took the pills from the boy’s palm and swallowed them with a sip of water, and the boy scurried around to st...rip the tape off his ankles.MoreLess
“Can you swallow, sir?”
The boy was maybe seventeen or eighteen, darkly handsome, and knelt beside him offering a glass of water and two pills.
“It’s codeine. I put Xylocaine on your hand, from the first-aid kit, but it’s probably not strong enough to help much.”
Jack Liffey took the pills from the boy’s palm and swallowed them with a sip of water, and the boy scurried around to st...rip the tape off his ankles.MoreLess
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