It was the following Friday, November 10, not that the date really matters, but there it is just the same.
“So you’re both on probation?” Rene asked as he sat down on the couch with a beer. They were staying in this Friday
“After forcibly trying to take me off the premises, you should be.”
“Whatever you say, sex offender,” Dana said before Adrian went into a coughing fit. They couldn’t fit him in until Saturday for surgery. He wiped a trickle of blood off his mouth with his finger and off the arm he had used to shield the cough when he bent over. Dana would’ve helped, but Adrian was persistent in declaring that he was fine. He went to the kitchen to get some water, and before making it to the tap, he collapsed. Hearing the fall, the others ran to him and then sped him to the hospital, not even thinking to call an ambulance or considering the fact they could get pulled over.