Page 21 of Pure Silence

“What?” Goldie didn’t understand. “You’re here to take all the wrestling shit, aren’t you?”

Day shook his head.

Goldie’s head was hurting still, his many joints were protesting, and he didn’t feel like holding his temper. Given the current situation, he decided it was an absolute miracle that he had up until this point. He reared up, snapping his teeth as he snarled, “Then what the fuck do you want, huh?”

Day’s eyes widened, and he recoiled, blinking rapidly in obvious shock and on the verge of tears.

Goldie had to bite his tongue to stop himself from apologizing.

No.

He was not going to feel bad for hurting the feelings of the man who had drugged him and tied him up.

Day pointed at Goldie, silently mouthing, “You.”

Fuck.

“Me?” Goldie wanted to slam his head into the headboard when Day nodded frantically. “You’re here because ofme?”

Day beamed.

“But you don’t know anything about wrestling? You don’t know who I am?”

Day shook his head.

“And you…” Goldie sighed haggardly. His back was on fire, and his hip was throbbing. “For fuck’s sake, if you’re gonna leave me like this, can you at least get my fucking medicine?”

The harsh language made Day flinch, but surprisingly he jumped up. He looked around the bedroom as if in search of it.

“Bathroom,” Goldie droned. “Diclofenac sodium, tramadol, and some fresh lidocaine patches would be fucking super.”

Day repeated the words with little twitches of his mouth, and then he dashed out of the bedroom.

Goldie thought about trying to scream again, but he was in a very precarious position. Until these cuffs were off, he couldn’t do much to stop Day from smothering him or worse.

Not unless he could get his legs around that skinny kid and choke him out.

Then maybe.

He definitely entertained the thought when Day came back with an armful of medicine. He could almost stretch out his leg far enough to hook Day’s shoulder, but he decided against it when the slightest twitch made his back ache more.

Day hadn’t found the pill organizer, and instead he was carrying pill bottles and a box of patches from under the sink. He set everything on the bedside table, pausing to pick up each item and read the prescription.

“Look, just get one of those, two of those, and one of those.” Goldie tried to point at the bottles as he spoke.

Day picked out the pills, but he only got one of each.

“Hey, I said two for those little oval ones.”

Day pointed at the bottle and held up one finger.

“I don’t care what the prescription says. I can take two.”

Day held up one finger more emphatically.

“Oh, for fuck’s… Okay, fine. Please just give them to me.”

Day left the room.