Chapter 4

Damien immediately went to him and placed a hand lightly on his shoulder. “Hey, hon, were we too loud?”

“What? No, no. Do you have any painkillers? I haven’t filled my prescription yet.”

“Sure, man. Have a seat somewhere. I’ll be right back.”

I got up off the couch in case he wanted to sit there, or maybe lie down. “Hey, why don’t I fill your prescription for you? Did the hospital call it in somewhere?” I asked.

Kenny sat down gingerly on the couch before he answered. “That would be so awesome. They sent it to Target.”

“Okay, give me your insurance card and your driver’s license. Oh, your cell phone number, too, in case they need to verify something.”

Damien returned right then with water and a bottle of Motrin. “His wallet’s on the table in the kitchen.”

I added Kenny’s cell phone number to my contacts, went to the kitchen to grab his wallet, and left on my errand.

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