A Different Sort of Enemy

"Vector," I said, turning to him, my eyes wide.

Alvin immediately took a step away from me, and I knew he was trembling with fear.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Alvin swallowed, his chest heaving. "I... I... I was just..."

"Vector, he was..."

"Shut up," he said, turning to me, his eyes thin. "Not one more word from you, Red."

I blinked, my fingers nipping at each other, my chest heaving. The room fell into tense silence as Vector kept the book on the small table by the door, then closed the door behind him. I knew we were in deep trouble, even from the way his eyes thinned, and he passed his fingers through his hair.

He never looked at me, and it seemed like he always had his reservations about Alvin.

"I asked him to come," I said suddenly, damning whatever consequences.

Vector turned to me, his eyes wide. "What?"

"I... I asked him to come see me. I wanted to treat the wound..."

"Since when were you a fucking doctor, Red?"

"Since you started hurting people because of me!" I yell