185: Bad Memories

Devon knocks on Sam's door.

It's a little too early to be paying him a visit, but he has nowhere else to go. He needs a place to stay, he can't go back to his apartment and he doesn't feel like going back to the hospital just yet. He's still enraged by the conversation he had with Keller. Who does that arrogant bastard think he is? Fuck him. Devon will be sure to carry a weapon with him at all times. When he looks over his shoulder and sees him, he'll shoot first. Fucker.

Sam opens the door in his robe. He's rubbing his eyes. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Devon makes his way inside without an invitation. "I need a place to stay for a few hours. I'll leave at daybreak."

"That's not what I meant," he says. "Why are you not in the hospital? Were you discharged?"

"I don't like to be told what to do, I thought you knew that."

"This isn't a joke," he says firmly, not appreciating his carelessness. "You're in no state to be wandering the streets. Look at yourself. You look a lot worse