Chapter - 147
Rick lay on the floor, unmoving, his back against the door. He looked at the blood, the broken glass and the violent mess that covered the room. He looked at the body of the man, blood constantly seeping out of his chest. He felt nothing seeing the man lying in a filthy pool of his own blood. A pool that only seemed to grow bigger and bigger as time passed.
The blood travelled across the tiles and snuck into the edges, where it would stay for longer. The forceps stood upright in his eye. Rick had made sure to push it in deep. Whichever poor soul was responsible for removing it was going to have a tough time.
The white coat he had worn now bore no semblance of being white. It had turned into a dark red, forever stained with the hitman's stupidity.
