Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227 

I didn’t say anything, but so far, I was still willing to give Colin the benefit of the doubt. After all, how many people would take a bullet for someone else out of sheer concern? That could kill them. 

“Phoebe…it hurts so bad; it’s all his fault. If he hadn’t dragged you around, I wouldn’t have gotten hurt. He’s bad news.” Colin clung to me, casting a warning glance at Finn, “Promise me you won’t go out alone with him again, okay?” 

“Okay.” I nodded. In that moment, I definitely had to agree with him. 

“Caleb, you’re missing your true calling in the theater.” Finn hissed between clenched teeth, “Freakin‘ lunatic, nutcase!” Finn, clearly agitated, kicked a trash can by the door. 

“Phoebe, he scared me.” Colin said plaintively. “Doc, I think he might have that mania thing.” 

The doctor frowned, eyeing Finn, “Sir, you just damaged hospital property. You need to cover the costs, and if there’s nothing else, please leave.” 

I was a bit miffed myself, “Finn, if there’s nothing else, you can go.” 

Finn opened his mouth to retort but ended up just pointing an angry finger at Colin, “Keep acting, man. Nobody does it better than you.” 

And with that, Finn turned on his heel and left. It was clear the two weren’t playing in the same league. 

“Phoebe, it hurts so much,” Colin clung to me, suddenly crying out in fear. 

I looked nervously at the doctor, “Doc, could you be a bit gentler? He’s really afraid of pain.” 

The doctor adjusted his glasses, pausing with his cotton–swabbed hand mid–air. “Why don’t you check if I’ve actually touched him? Plus, the nurse already administered an anesthetic; he shouldn’t be feeling pain right now.” 

He hadn’t even touched Colin yet, and the guy was already screaming. 

I offered an awkward smile, “Sorry about that.” 

“Lucky for him, the wound isn’t deep. He’ll need a few days of IV antibiotics after we stitch him. up.” The doctor said as he worked, “Keep it dry these days, and just clean off any blood on the skin.” 

I nodded earnestly. 

Colin rested his head on my shoulder, sobbing quietly. 

“Does it hurt a lot?” I whispered, surprised at my own pang of sympathy. 

Colin’s eyes were red, “Phoebe, I’m so thirsty.” 

“You’ve lost a lot of blood; don’t drink too much water all at once. I’ll prescribe some glucose 

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Chapter 227 

oral solution. Pick it up from the pharmacy and let him sip on that,” the doctor instructed, 

Nodding. I hurried to my feet, “You wait here; I’ll go get it for you.” 

Colin nodded in agreement. 

I dashed out of the treatment room, nearly reaching the ground–floor pharmacy before! realized I’d left my phone behind in my rush. 

I hurried back to retrieve it, but the elevator was too crowded, so I opted for the stairwell instead.