David Returns From His Mission
He didn't say much, just went about his customary shower. As usual, I had forgotten to put the towel in there. He poked his head out the door ask for the towel, but then poked his head out again to ask if I had any more towels, and I saw his chest. There was a long, bleeding cut down the middle, still held together by stitches. It looked like the scar on my grandfather's chest from getting double bi-pass surgery. I threw up when I saw it. I threw up again when I found out what it meant.
I hid in my corner and began to re-read the cheerful parts of The Lord of the Rings, drinking a cup of chamomile tea with lots of honey to get rid of the puke-taste. David lay on the sofa, drinking a cup of water. As usual, he broke the silence first. "I don't know if you are in any danger. I don't think they followed me. Please forgive me for putting you in this position."
I nodded, clutching my book like an infant with its security blanket.
"I need you to keep a few more secrets for me."
My fingers felt numb.
He got up slowly and walked to the door, picked up the bag full of video-tapes he had left when he came in, and dumped them on the floor by my feet. They all were carefully dated with a room number or hallway number marked on them. "These are surveillance tapes. They video taped the dissection."