the simple trap: 9

It was pretty clear to him that he had lost a lot of blood. He knew for certain he was dying, and kept saying so over and over again. Lena kept telling him otherwise. He was lying in Cory’s bed. The bed smelled like ancient old spice. He was alive nonetheless. Nobody else in the whole world, he had seen the bodies. Just Lena, Lena’s children and him.
“I’m out,” he thought, and though he couldn’t smile, the thought crossed his mind.