Page 56 of Nitro

Someone had specifically targeted Dylan. The pressing question echoed in my mind: why?

"...to get back at the MC?" Nitro was asking Whizz, but my focus wavered as I tried to grasp the gravity of the situation.

All I could think about was Dylan.

The unsettling realization that our MC might be at the center of someone's vendetta also washed over me.

"Tommy," Micah said gently. "Go ahead and talk to Dylan. He's finally awake."

I gave Micah a thankful nod and left Whizz and Nitro to their speculations.

Stepping inside the bedroom, it struck me that I'd never been here before.

The space, though not large, was cozy, equipped with a large king-sized bed, a TV, and other matching wooden furniture.

Dylan looked small on the bed as I made my way towards him. He still looked leeched out of color, a little worse for wear.

"Hey," Dylan said weakly as he spotted me. "Wipe that frown off your face."

I managed a small smile, attempting to mask the worry etched on my features.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, my voice soft.

"Not great," Dylan admitted with a weak smile.

"Yeah, you look terrible," I said, injecting a bit of humor into the conversation.

Dylan chuckled in response.

"Thanks for pointing that out," he said.

I sobered up, realizing the gravity of the situation.

"Dylan, I know you're not feeling a hundred percent right now, but do you remember anything about your attacker?" I asked.

He frowned, clearly thinking deeply.

"Yeah, someone tapped on my shoulder. Their touch was freezing cold," Dylan began, his voice tinged with unease. "When I turned around, a hand covered my mouth, and I felt this sharp pain on the side of my neck. I glimpsed a horrifying stretched-out face with burning black eyes. And then, lights out."

Dylan shuddered, and I approached him in bed, giving him a quick hug.

"Tommy, you should let him get some rest," Micah said from the doorway.

I nodded, reluctantly letting go of Dylan. He reached for my hand, and I turned back towards him.

"Come see me again?" Dylan asked, his voice hopeful.

"Of course," I replied with a nod. "I'll bring you your favorite cheeseburger and chili fries tomorrow."

Dylan grinned at that, and he gave my hand a squeeze.

"Be careful out there, Tommy. This thing might target you next,” Dylan said.

"I will," I promised.

Nitro and I left the apartment, the somber mood lingering.

We didn't speak until we reached the parking lot, where Nitro handed me his spare helmet.

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