"Nicky," Jesse murmured, scrambling to get closer to him. "Fuck, Nicky, cher. Are you OK? How do you feel?"
Famine glanced over at Limos, a small smile appearing on her face. "I think this might be our cue to leave," she suggested quietly. "You can crash with me for a bit, if you want. I have a house, there's no neighbors to worry about."