Sakaki came home late, too tired to shower or make dinner. He hobbled into the bedroom, setting his bottle of prescription pills on the nightstand. He eased out of his clothes, favoring his left foot.
His mind flashed back to the dark side-street where they had caught the witch. He heard Amon's sharp voice telling him to duck. He felt himself move, but too slowly. He watched his bullets miss again, again, again ….
He rolled over, pretending not to cry; wincing with pain when accidentally hit his injured, bandaged ankle.
He just wanted to be better in the morning.