“I have no wnuki that I know of,” he said. “But I have been called grandfather before. Recently, in fact. Or, rather, ten years from now.”
Oh yeah, this was making more fucking sense all the time.
“I’m going to get you to the ER, old man. And you should try not to talk. It makes you bleed more and it ain’t too fucking pretty, neither.”
“No,” said the old man. “No hospitals. No police. No authorities. I will heal in time, Hardhat.”
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