The one foolish hope he'd clung to excess here was the hope that violence would be less frequent than on the island.
Dashing into the living room, watching his roommate injured and bloody and collapsed in the doorway—his hope was foolish indeed.
“Fletcher?!”
He rushes forward, selfishly grateful Fletcher's fallen on his back instead of his front (there are some physical feats Richard's unwilling to commit past midnight). All that blood and it's clear it's not all his. He allows himself a frown before he searchers for Fletcher's wounds.
“Why the hell aren't you at the hospital?” he asks, not sure if Fletch can hear.
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Dashing into the living room, watching his roommate injured and bloody and collapsed in the doorway—his hope was foolish indeed.
“Fletcher?!”
He rushes forward, selfishly grateful Fletcher's fallen on his back instead of his front (there are some physical feats Richard's unwilling to commit past midnight). All that blood and it's clear it's not all his. He allows himself a frown before he searchers for Fletcher's wounds.
“Why the hell aren't you at the hospital?” he asks, not sure if Fletch can hear.