Page 28 of The Right Wrong Number

Cap:Is she okay? Should I be worried?

Killian:I don’t know, man. That’s a hard question to answer. Are any of you okay?

Cap:Depends on the day I suppose.

Killian:Same with her.

Killian + Jilly

Killer:You being good?

Jilly:I’m always good.

Killer:Liar. But I like it when you’re bad too, so it’s okay.

Jilly:Are you drunk? Or you just in the mood to blur some lines?

Killer:Not drunk, but I actually did take some pain meds a few minutes ago. I had a rough day.

Jilly:Yeah, I feel like you’ve been MIA longer than usual. What happened?

Killer:Caroline ripped my heart clean out of my chest with a text for Dicer, and then I crashed coming down from a bar turn and had to go get twenty-seven stitches in my shin. It’s gnarly.

Jilly:There’s a lot to unpack there. Let’s start with the obvious. Are you okay? Anything broken? Are you out of commission? Do I need to come take care of you?

Killer:I’m okay. Nothing is broken. And if I stopped riding every time I had stitches somewhere… I don’t know where I wanted that to end up. It would take a serious break or concussion to take me out.

Jilly:Oh wow. Pain meds are kicking in, I suppose. What happened with Caroline?

Killer:She’s pregnant and lonely and sad. But I promised her and myself I wouldn’t share her stuff.

Jilly:I get it. But, should I be worried?

Killer:No. I think she’s going to be okay. You really going to come take care of me? Don’t bring clothes. Let’s just erase the lines, no more blurring.

Jilly:Of course your moral compass would go on the fritz when I have a three-hour midterm tomorrow.

Killer:It’s not on the fritz. I think maybe today was the first time I really let myself…feel. Does that make sense?

Jilly:Not particularly. Seems like the pain pills are doing the opposite.

Killer:I’ve spent so much time trying to do the right thing and make sure you’re healing, and make sure Cap doesn’t jump off a cliff, and make sure Caroline and Bent are okay. But today, tonight, while they were stitching me up, I let myself miss you. Like, forget all the other stuff for a moment and just missed you. I wished you were with me. I’m falling for you, Jilly, and I want you to know that, to feel that.

Jilly:I’m falling for you too. I wish I was there. I wish I was with you every day.

Killer:Me too, baby.

Jilly:I’m sorry I can’t come tonight. But….

Killer:Is that a dramatic-effect pause?

Jilly:Yes.

Killer:Nice.

Jilly:Maybe I can give you something better to think about?

Killer:Lay it on me. Ha. See what I did there?

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