Chapter 38

Gregory Dean

I shivered as Wilbur's warm breath was on my ear. I had my hands on his chest. I just beat a man senselessly. I'm pretty sure he's dead. Wilbur's hand on my lower back. I can't focus.

"Wilbur," I whispered. His thumb rubbed my hip gently. He shushed me and held me against his chest. I can't see anything. It's dark. I held on tight to the fabric of his shirt. Am I shaking?

"Sorry... It's just... I'm sorry," Wilbur said. I hear yelling. I heard Lenny and Jaime. Jaime, please be careful. Wolfe... Where was the agent? Where was Tony? Sam better have gotten out.

"Are we gonna die?" I tried to keep my voice steady.

"No. You aren't gonna die," Wilbur said. I heard the ceiling break down again somewhere else. I coughed too much smoke. "Hold on," Wilbur said. He forced me to the ground. There's no 'look'. There's just a worry. His cheek, I winced seeing it exposed inside his mouth. Above his eyes is oozing. I cradled his face. He's bleeding. There's blood pooling.