“That sounds better to me,” Vin replied. “As soon as my friend wakes up and I’m sure he’s okay, we might try it.”
“What happened to him?”
“A punk decided he wanted to play tough guy. He didn’t know I was around. He took a swing at him with a baseball bat. My friend didn’t duck fast enough and got a blow to the head.” Vin chuckled low. “I got the bat away from the punk and after a couple of hits he saw the error of his ways, as they say, and beat it.”
“High five,” the first guy said and Davie heard the slap of hands. Then the guy said, “We’d better get out of here. It’s almost lunch time which—well I guess you know it’s good pickings out there if you get lucky.”
“Yeah, I do,” Vin replied.
A moment later Davie heard the door close.
“I know you’re awake,” Vin said. “I could tell by your breathing.” The edge of the bed sank down as he sat. “How are you feeling?”
Opening his eyes, he saw Vin looking at him with a worried frown, so he said, “My head hurts, but I’m good.”