Dirty Daddies Underground
Mason exhales slowly beside me, dragging a hand through his hair like he’s been holding his breath too.
“What about the wound?” Nathan asks, his tone suddenly sharper. “He was stabbed in the same place as last time. It went right through the scar tissue. How bad is it now?”
The doctor flips through the pages on his clipboard and scans the notes before answering.
“Externally, it looks worse than it is,” he says carefully. “The knife missed the major arteries again. Internally, it did strike the stomach wall, but only shallowly. No perforation, no major leakage, and no need for surgical repair.”