Dean lays in bed, it's been two weeks now and he's still healing from a gunshot wound. He groans as you redress the wound. "Thank you for saving me." Your mind drifts off when you almost hit him with your car when he jumped in front of you with a chest wound. It was cold and raining that night, and he begged you not to take him to the hospital. "I will repay you for your kindness. The news talked about my father's funeral, I wish I could have gone."
Comments
0No comments yet.