Martin woke up. It was a dream. Martin was sweating. Anita was asleep beside him head lying on the head rest. Martin checked Kevin in the back. He watched Kevin's chest for some time to make sure that he was breathing. He was. But so feebly that Martin doubted whether Kevin would survive the night. Martin wiped the sweat off his fore head and tried to go to sleep. Martin was shaken by the ominous nightmare. He closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. Only this time he hoped that it would be dreamless.
The car shifted, and Martin’s eyes opened when he heard one of the vehicle’s doors slam shut. He squinted in the sunlight, but lifted his head to search for the disturbance that woke him. For a moment his eyes rested on Anita, who still slept soundly in the passenger seat. He turned to look into the back. Kevin was no longer there. Sitting up and craning his neck, he looked for the large man, but he wasn’t in view. Martin felt the car shake again, this time because the trunk was being closed.
He lifted himself and got out, immediately seeing Kevin standing behind the car. He had put on a fresh pair of shorts. Martin thought it was odd to have a change of clothes in the back of some random, beat-down car. But before that moment, he hadn’t considered the car being anything else. It might have been one of Kevin’s spare cars, ready for running away. Kevin looked up scraping some dried blood from his arm, spotted Martin standing outside of the car.
"You sure you're in good enough shape to be moving around so much?" Martin asked.
"I feel perfectly fine,” he shrugged; the fact that he was shot yesterday evening meant nothing to him.
“What did you do?”
"I removed the bullet. The wound was still pretty bad when I was done, though. Have you taken a look at it yet?" Martin asked.
"It's started scabbing. Doesn't even look like I was shot- just a scratch," he said. Martin lifted an eyebrow. He didn’t believe that Kevin was really that far along with healing in less than ten hours.
"Really, now?" Martin asked, baffled.
Kevin seemed to pick up on the disbelief in his voice, and responded accordingly.
"I've healed fast ever since I remember. Get a broken arm, good as new in a few days, crash and burn on my bike, a bloodied mess for a day and not even a scar three days later. This type of wound doesn't seem to be any different," he paused. He turned away from Martin and leaned against the door of the car. "Thanks for removing the bullet. I’m not sure how my body would have handled healing with the bullet still in there."
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