Reggie leaned forward, his expression serious, as he bit down on a crusty loaf of bread.
"Aight, but listen, you gotta be smart about this," he said, his voice low and urgent. "If the popo's lookin' for you, you need to stay low, ya hear me?"
Darnell nodded in agreement, his eyes wide with concern. "Yeah, man. You can't go back to that clinic or even near it. They might be waitin' for you."
Tommy sighed, sad. He knew they were right, but it was hard to accept that he had to hide, that he couldn't even seek medical help without fear of arrest, now.
"I know, man," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just gotta find a way to get treated without drawin' no heat."
Reggie, always the practical one, offered a solution, his face set with determination.
"I know a guy who runs a clinic outta his crib. He's discreet and won't ask too many questions. We can take you there tomorrow."
