f pure fury. The easy-going charm was gone,

like a

s head against the wall. A sickening crack echoed through the room. The second man c

bling on the floor, pulled a knife

, a sound of pure,

imself in

steel. I heard a we

appeared into

et out a choked grunt but didn't fall, driving his fi

d Dean stumbled, his body go

ing the warm, sticky wetness of his blood. My mind went b

He was bleedin

is blood, fumbled for

his bedside. The next morning, a nurse gently urged me to go get some coffee. I was exhaust

hall when I realized my

oom, I heard his voic

laced with a familiar, arrogant humor. "But it was worth

ressed myself against

ime to finally get in her pants for real, you know? It's been driving me c

was a

a guy can have a little fun on the side, can't he? Especially when t

ar any more

uth to stifle the sob that

ing injury. All of it a sick, twisted performance to make me feel guil

king uncontrollably, and fled the hospital