Low Tide

Getting shot, never fun.

Thankfully the guy in question had been a pretty lousy shot, which meant a shot intended for Joseph’s head missed by a far mark, landing in his shoulder instead.

He could have called his doctor, the same doctor that he had at his beck and call, but he didn’t see the need. Not when he could just as easily take care of it himself.

Bloody clothes were discarded to the side and long strides took Joseph through the immaculately kept hotel room into the bathroom that was shortly bathed in an artificial light.

( Too Busy )