25: Regret

Three Hours Earlier

Devon opens his eyes.

He shuts them back again when the light stings his eyes. Why's the light so fucking bright? It takes him a moment to take in his surroundings and figure out where he is. There's a machine beeping somewhere behind him, but he can't look. There's an IV in his arm. He realizes he's at the clinic, but what he can't figure out is how he got here in the first place. That bitch Antonia got him, he felt that bullet pierce his soul before his vision blackened.

He hears a knock on the door. It's light, yet demanding. Like whoever is out there is demanding to be let in. He closes his eyes just as the door opens. He hears heavy footsteps coming in his direction. Someone looks down at him and stares at him. He already knows it's Sam.

"What do you want?" he manages to ask.

"By the Lord, Devon," Sam shakes his head, "Even after a near death experience, you're still an asshole."

"Was it you who found me?"

"What do you think?" Sam replies. "I wanted to call th