"Mitchy?"
The familiar motherly tone woke the man up. His visions are weary. After a moment of adjusting, his eyes landed on a brunette woman. He gave her a sly smile.
"Hi, Esther."
She embraces him tightly. Pulling away, she gently rubs his arm. "Mitch, I need you to be calm for the next hour, okay?"
He furrowed his brows and sighed. Closes his eyes as he massages his temples with his fingers. "They're still here, aren't they?"
Staring at her with a raised brow. Esther nodded, disappointing him.
Mitch inhaled deeply. "Can you grab my injectables? Right there." He said as he pointed out the medical treatment on the coffee table. Esther obeyed, passing it to him.
Taking the syringe as he sat up, filling it with the liquid dosage, examining his forearm filled with tattoos to look for visible veins, he then injects the syringe to himself.
Pulling it out, he placed it on the other side of the couch. He glance at Esther in shame. "I'll just need a moment for this to kick in."
Esther rests her palm on his knee. "You don't have to be embarrass for your healing, Mitchy."
He looks at her for a moment before embracing her once again in a tight hug. He mumbles a 'thank you', he pulls away, clearing his throat.
"Are you ready?" She questioned with worry in her voice.
Mitch looks down, he slowly nodded in approval.
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Boston Show (COMPLETE)
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