CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

Arc

Arc winced at the sharp bite of pain that went through his right leg. Damnit! He'd gotten half his cut for barely doing meager work as Bill had put it. He'd had to take up Sarge's offer to be driven home.

"Why don't you take it easy for a few days man? See a physical therapist or something." Sarge had told him after pulling up by the curb. Arc had just nodded and alighted from the car, limping slowly as he moved towards his front door. He couldn't afford to take it easy for a few days. They were almost out of groceries and the water bill was overdue.

"Need any help?!" Arc had heard him shout out. He'd pretended not to hear and thankfully, he'd heard the car drive away. He'd managed to open the door with shaky hands as the pain seemed to transfer to every cell in his body.

He slowly slid down the ratty couch. As he sat on the couch, a wave of pain washed over him and he bit his tongue to stifle a cry. He slowly lifted his right leg on the couch and let it sp