Jericho
Only, a second turned into a minute and a minute turned into two, then five, and then so long that I felt my hope slowly crushing the way my hands were clearly crushed.
"This isn't some Doctor Strange type shit, Odette," Jericho finally said, plowing his thick fingers into his thicker head of shoulder-length chocolate locks, "there's no way. You'll regain some mobility in your hands but they'll never be like they were. I'm sorry."
I swallowed the lump in my throat so I could push the next words out. If these were my injuries, what happened to the man I was with, "Parker?"
That was all Jericho needed to hear to understand my question, "He broke his left leg, has a few contusions, banged-up ri
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