Truth Hurts

The air was stale, the stench of blood and disinfectant filled the air and it was almost suffocating.

It smelled like a hospital that had lost control of it’s blessing patients and it made Rain gag once or twice since she walked into the room.

The sight was much worse than the stench though.

The man was still in his bloodied clothes but they had been cut open from the parts that were shot. Bandages covered his bullet wounds and the rest of the blood had caked on the material and his skin, that was probably where the stench was coming from.

The areas around his bandaged wounds were clean but not the same could be said for the rest of him. He seemed to be covered in a mess of his own making, he’d grown quite a stubble since Rain last saw him. His mouth was wide open, like he had something to say but couldn’t will his tongue to move.

He looked terrible.

Good.

Rain took another shaky step forward, almost regretting why she came there in the first place but then again, she was also