Another man said, standing up kicking pieces of the table away from his feet to help Zayne stand. “What a grand entrance,” the other said making Zayne look between the two, feeling sick, unable to find his equilibrium. “Shut up and let him catch his breath.” A woman said wiping her hands on a dishtowel. Zayne pushed the stranger’s hand away and sat back, putting his head between his knees,
“Did a number on him,”