Page 17 of Moto
“No. The bestial behavior.”
“We just don’t take kindly to the abuse of power.” The tall, muscled, mocha-colored man speaks. His eyes as black as ink.
“So you thought it would be a good idea to poke the snake with the stick? Is that it?” I pin Reese and Dev with a heated stare.
“We can’t control the things that happen outside these walls,” Dev adds deviously.
I think he’s the guiltiest of all. He’s the medical professional. He should be level-headed, trying to deter things like this from happening instead of encouraging them.
“You know Dr. Lipschitz is going to cause a stink, right? Especially if he finds out you helped orchestrate it, Dev.”
“I didn’t orchestrate anything.” He plays innocent.
“Dr. Dipshit isn’t going to do jack. We left a dead rat on his windshield as a warning. He’ll get the message,” Reese informs me darkly.
“Are you kidding me!? The four of you are just looking for trouble.”
“I have to do something to occupy my time while I’m confined to this bed. And what’s more fun than trouble?”
“I can name at least twenty things off the top of my head.”
“You should try thanking us instead of getting annoyed,” Reese says arrogantly. “We were defending your honor.”
My blood boils. My honor? Why is everyone trying to protect me lately? What is this? The Middle Ages?
“Thank you . . .” I respond sharply, not the least bit thankful at all. He smiles smugly, but I’m not finished. “Thank you for stirring the shit pot a little harder,” I snap.
His expression hardens. “I do what I can.” He dismisses my anger, further infuriating me.
I glare at Dev. He seems to be on Reese’s side, not remorseful at all.
I guess a medical degree doesn’t really set you apart from the rest of the immature idiots. My expectations of him were clearly too high.
“Reese, you can entertain yourself all you want, just keep me out of it.”
“Nothing will blow back on you,” Dev assures me.
“It better not.” I don’t know what pisses me off more, the fact they took matters into their own hands or Dr. Lipschitz’s complete lack of gratitude after I stepped in.
This place sometimes, I swear.
I glance at the four faces before me, unexpectedly swaying to their side. I curve one corner of my mouth up. “You should’ve put the rat on his desk. More people would’ve heard him scream.”
All four faces light up.
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Reese
This. Blows.
I watch the sunset through the windows as another wasted day fades away. The horizon lights up orange and red as I lie here incapacitated, hating life. I don’t do sedentary well. To be perfectly honest, I’m not comfortable staying in one place for very long. It’s not my style. I’m an expeditionist. If I’m not tearing it up on a racetrack, I’m climbing mountains in Italy or surfing in Bali. Being trapped here is stifling. It’s been four days, and I’m already going stir crazy. I don’t know how I’m going to fucking handle the next three months.
I shift on the stone slab of a mattress, my muscles already stiff from lack of significant movement. The farthest I’ve gone is to the bathroom and back. At least, I can take a piss by myself now that the stupid catheter is gone.
I huff beyond irritated as I grab for the remote, sending the entire rolling table flying across the room. “Fuck! 5–4–3–2–1.” I count backward to keep from screaming.
“Having some issues?” Kayla laughs as she rolls the table back across the room.
