Page 46 of Wounded King
"Felix," I raise my chin defiantly. "His name is Felix." So, there. That's not even a lie, because I do have a night planned with Felix.
"Felix…" he dangles, waiting for me to supply a surname.
"Felix," my eyes fall on the medicine cabinet. The bottle of Amoxicillin. "Moxy. Felix Moxy."
"Strange name. Check him out, Luciano."
"Sure, boss."
Yeah, good luck with that. I turn my head to hide my smirk.
"There, all done." I pat the adhesive gauze and rise.
I start to put the pill bottle back into the drawer, but stop when Doctor Waspo's name catches my eye.
"Oh." I hold it up.
"What?"
"About Doctor Waspo?"
"What about him?" Marcello cocks his head.
"Well…" I know he's still alive, at least as of this morning; otherwise, I'm sure I would have heard something through the hospital grapevine. I may not work there anymore, but I still hear some of the gossip. I'm not sure how to ask if Marcello still intends on killing him. Either way I phrase it will sound… bad.
I draw a circle on the floor with my foot. "Are you… Are you still…"
Both Marcello and Luciano stare at me with amused expressions.
"You're going to make me say this, aren't you?" I demand.
"Since I have no idea what you're asking, I guess so," Marcello smirks.
"Fine. What are you going to do to him?"
"Hmm, what did you suggest, Luciano?" Marcello turns to his friend.
"Slowly dipping him in acid?"
"No, the other one." Marcello keeps an eye on me.
"Oh, you mean the burying alive in cement?"
"I don't know..." Marcello moves his head back and forth.
"You guys are impossible," I fume, realizing they're making fun of me.
"Ah," Marcello snaps his finger. "How about a simple bullet to the head?"
I pale. "Please. Don't. He was just scared."
"He was ready to kill me." Marcello points out. "He would have, had you not interfered."
"Something I'm starting to regret," I mumble.
Marcello chuckles. "You don't mean that."
I don't, but he doesn't need to know that, so I keep my mouth shut.
