Chapter 20 b Phantom's Wing

Wanting nothing more than to feel well again, Iggy held his breath and forced his tight throat to swallow, but he couldn’t handle it. He pushed Pater’s hand from his face, turned away, and spat it all out onto the wardrobe floor. A growl escaped from the pit of his stomach, and he snarled, “you’ve damned me to Hell! Get out!”

Pater set the cup down and drew back. “You don't have to ask me twice.”

He was gone quickly, but before long, Firmin came to the room and stood there observing the disheveled bed. “Where is he?” he asked.

Pater gestured toward the wardrobe. “In there.”

“In there?” Firmin tilted his head. “That’s quite odd.” He opened the wardrobe doors.

Poor Iggy. His lips were swelling. The spaces under his nostrils and the whites of his eyes were bright red. His overall complexion was pale white. Sweat drenched his forehead, hands, and the cuff around his neck. His stomach shivered. He coughed, ready to throw up again.

“This is how you left him?”