“It’s not good. She’s. . . not here right now. Her mind. The doctor thinks she’s catatonic. They have her in bed and medicated. They’re doing some other shit to her. Testing and whatever. S-she won’t even look at me. Her eyes. . .” His voice cracked. “Fuck,” Stitches choked out, tugging at his hair as he rocked in his seat. “Fuck!” I closed my eyes briefly. This couldn’t be happening! We’d just gotten everything sorted with her. She was getting better. Fucking Seth Cain. . .
