I got up and looked at the clock that was next to his tv.

"H-how long was I...was out?"

He got up and walked towards the bathroom. I couldn't stop myself from looking at all the ink on his back and how his back muscles would flex every time he would move. "Two days."

"What!"

He looked at me from the bathroom where he was turning his cigarette off on the ash tray."two da-" "I heard what you said! But two days!"

He came out and I stared at all the tattoo work on his body. He was like a walking piece of art."Yeah. Landon thought you died."

"Wha-I-I-h-how do...