Page 92 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 1-4
Let it work. Let it work. He dialed as fast as his half-frozen fingers could press.
“Sanada speaking.”
“Yohei.” Jun sagged against the desk. “I need to talk to Damian now.”
“He’s not here, but I can get him on a conference call. One moment.” Yohei’s end of the line made a couple of clicking noises, and then there was a ring.
“Sathers.”
“Damian.” Jun breathed out loudly. “I’m…I’m at a fire station on the mountains. I got away.”
“By all that’s good and pure, Jun. Are you safe? Are you okay?”
“Green, Da. Maybe a little yellow, ’cause I really need a doctor, I’m fucking cold. But I’m out.”
“Where are you?”
“I don’t know exactly. Let me ask.” Jun looked up. There were several men and a woman in the office now, all in various work uniforms. He switched to Korean. “Where are we?”
“Let me talk to them,” Damian said.
“Okay.” Jun held the phone out to the most senior-looking person. A man with a few gray hairs at his temples took the phone. He spoke into it. “Hel-lo?”
Damian answered in Korean. Jun let out a long breath and slowly started to slide down the side of the desk. Hands grabbed at him. He flinched away, hitting his head. The senior guy on the phone yelled. Jun sagged, letting his eyes start to close. Gods, he was tired.
“Sir. You are hurt?”
“Hurt?” Jun blinked.
The one woman in the place was down on one knee in front of him, hands where he could see them, not trying to touch him.
“Ah, yeah. I mean, not yet. Let me talk.” He waved his hand at the phone.
They gave it back to him. “Da.” Jun forced himself to blink away the parts of himself that just wanted to lay down and sleep. He went on in English. “I think I have fingerprints on my skin. In ink. Is that important?”
“It’s collectable evidence.” Damian’s voice was measured. “But if you need medical attention, I’d rather you get it. We’ll deal with evidence later.”
“I want… I want the evidence. He’s going to go after Su-jin next.”
“I got your address. Get the highest-quality camera you can, and get someone to take photos. I’m already coming towards you. It’s going to be an hour. Maybe more.”
“Okay.”
“I can stay on the phone with you.”
“Yohei needs his phone back.”
“Yohei is fine,” Yohei answered. “But Damian needs to make some phone calls. I’ll stay on the line with you.”
“Okay.” Jun closed his eyes. “I’m going to put the phone down and tell them to get pictures.”
Damian
Damian jumped out of the SUV, holding his phone. Just that morning, he’d woken up with Jun in his arms, but now he was walking into a small local hospital, gripping his phone in his hand, hoping Jun would be okay. His feet and hands had been very cold. The fire station staff had transported Jun rather than wait because there was concern about internal hemorrhaging. Someone had lent Jun a phone to call Yohei back when they were in cell service again, but then he’d had had to get off the phone again when the doctor demanded scans and X-rays to check what Jun had described as massive bruising of the liver area.
A nurse was waiting at the door. She bowed to Damian and Holden and motioned them to follow her down the hall.
It was a very small hospital. Jun was in the first room on the second floor. There were two beds, but the second one was empty. A nurse sat by Jun. She had a tray of soft foods.
