“Are you alright?” Vinson looked back and asked.
Arielle shook her head. “I’m okay. Please do not rough up the patient, Mr. Jupiter. Sufferers of trauma tend to be more sensitive toward external stimuli, so he didn’t mean to.”
“Okay…” Only then did Harvey withdraw the hand that Carter held onto, but he remained where he was and kept a vigilant eye on the man in the bed.
Carter winced and massaged his own temple.
“Hey, Harvey. How about you hit the fella harder next time and kill him outright so we don’t have to go through all this trouble of trying to fix his kooky head?” Harvey cleared his throat sheepishly in response, and found it inexplicably vexing to see Vinson and Arielle stand in close proximity.
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