Chapter 7

Both of us probably belonged in an E.R. somewhere. What with flipping the car, bashing my head hard enough to knock me senseless and his arm injury, neither of us was in spectacular shape. The god of dumb luck must have been in a good mood today.

“Sullivan?” Branham said.

“Yeah.”

“I just wanted to make sure you hadn’t passed out from the head injury.”

“I’m getting by. And call me Sully. Only my boss calls me Sullivan…Or my mom if I’m in deep shit and then it’s my full legal name.”

Branham laughed. “I’m Michael. Cause my Dad is Mike.” A shudder ran through him, and he made a sound of pain.

“Not that I expect your arm to stop hurting, but is it getting worse?”

“I think it’s the lack of ice on my arm making it half numb, and the freaking shivering.”

“If I put my arms around you, are you going to punch me?”

“No.”

“No, don’t touch you? Or no you won’t punch me?”

“I won’t punch you.”