Chapter 7
As promised, Drew drove them to the clinic. Artem sat silently in the passenger seat, looking uncomfortable in the clothes he borrowed from Drew. He suspected the demon was more than capable of walking around the city on the bitterest of winter days in a T-shirt and shorts, barefoot in the snow. If he wanted to fit in and avoid drawing too much attention he required a proper outfit. The parka was a touch bulky and the hat sat askew on Artem’s head, but He looked the part and that was all that mattered.
At the clinic, they were informed by a very friendly, bubbly secretary that the Lab was going to be okay, his injuries weren’t as bad as originally feared. He was chipless and potentially homeless, which seemed to bother Artem. His frown was quickly washed away, though, when she
