Shiloh knew Morris had been working that night, they'd been texting on and off during the entire evening. Still, it hadn't even occurred to him that Morris would be the one to see him like this whle Bernie drove he and Lewis to the hospital. His eyes had drifted closed along the right, and pain his ribs were causing him made breathing a chore. Every small fraction of an inch burned, and he tried to adjust the way he was sitting, hoping that would help, but all it did was make things worse and he started coughing up a little bit of blood.
When he realized the car had stopped, and someone was talking to him, he opened his eyes and was surprised to see Morris' face. He blinked a few times, obviously a little bit confused, but it didn't take much for his brain to make sense of the situation.
"Morris," he said softly, "Where's Lewis? Is he okay?" he asked, his voice strained.
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