A Good ManChapter 15 Fully Responsible
I came around abruptly with smelling salts overloading my senses. My eyes were still watering and hadn’t even focused when pain seared through me—centred on my ribs where Stevens had kicked me. My jaw ached from where the knee that had sent me to the floor had connected and I could feel the mother of all headaches forming at the back of my skull. As my vision became less blurred, an elderly gentleman in the black uniform of the St John’s Ambulance filled my field of view, a look of deep...