Chapter 12
Robin woke to a sore side. Realizing where he was, he felt his face. His mask was in place. A sigh of relief proceeded.
"Good, you're alive." Riley walked in the room eating a bowl of cereal, "Although I shouldn't be surprised. Whoever stabbed you knew exactly where it would do nearly no damage, or you are the luckiest man living."
"I'd like to think I'm lucky." Robin sat up. "Did you sew this shut?"
"Yeah, don't tell my boyfriend, but before I was pre-law I was pre-med. Who stabbed you?"
"A woman."
"Well that narrows it down to about half the city. Well, it's about seven and I need to get to work. You can stay and mope around, but you probably have a real job, so you should get to that."
"Even when you were drunk you were charming."
"So you remember me? Oh, and I really didn't mean to sound charming, I meant to sound urgent, like 'You need to leave my apartment.' If you can handle it."
"I can handle anything you throw at me."
"Good. Well- wait." She stared at him, "What did you say?"
"I can handle it."
"Okay. Okay, um, good. Bye." She left. Robin wondered what she was thinking.
