Chapter Ninety-Three: Good Samaritan

Katherine Dill.

"‘I see’? Did you just say, ‘I see’? Dominic, you bashed his head in!"

I have always hated whiney people; I hate how I sound like them now, but I don’t know how else I can get my point across because he feels a little too calm.

“I did, and you are overreacting, don’t you think?”

“Over- overreacting; what has he even done to you?”

“Exactly, overreacting because you don’t even know what he has done to me.”

Am…I- am I having a stroke right now?

“Plus, he is still alive, is he not?”

Dominic uses his foot to poke the man whose blood trickles to the ground—the man groans.

“See, overreacting.”

"I don't care that he is ‘still alive’. That's a crime. You don’t just physically assault someone like that! It’s wrong and- oh God, what if he has a concussion?"

"If you insist on smoking, change the brand."

He utters.

“What?”

“The brand you smoke, change it. It's not a good one.”

Since when is smoking good for any- wait a minute!

"Hey, don’t change the topic; what did he do to you to