Chapter 9
By the time Nikki gave them another break at two, Vic’s head was throbbing. His face felt feverish, hot, his skin too tight, his bones brittle. Sweat rolled down the back of his neck. Was he coming down with something? Where would he have caught it, anyway?
Someone touched his shoulder. “Hey, big guy, you okay?”
Kyle. Vic pulled away with a grunt.
As usual, Kyle either didn’t hear or pretended he didn’t. “You look really bad. Maybe you should go on home.”
“Maybe you should leave me alone,” Vic growled.
For once, Kyle seemed to listen. But on his way out of the break room, Vic saw him stop and say something to their boss. Next thing Vic knew, Morrison stood in front of him. “Braunson. You sick?”
Vic gritted his teeth. “I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine,” Morrison said.
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