Frightening Facts

I texted Kieran the clinic’s address. He came fast. The doctor was just finishing applying ointment on my cut lips when he showed up. The medicine had an oddly meaty flavour and was making me hungry. ‘My job’s done here.’ Conor rose to his feet. ‘I’ve got some business to take care of. Amiyah, call me if you need anything.’ ‘I will. Thanks, Conor.’ He shrugged and left. Kieran took my hand and led me to his car. We sat in the parked black Audi R8, and I told him everything that happened earlier. He let the driver’s side window down and chain-smoked. I wondered why men liked smoking so much. Maybe the nicotine helped them think. Was Conor smoking now? Was he sitting somewhere, pining over his abruptly terminated relationship with Eimile? The breakup was partially my fault. I knew Conor was starting to develop feelings for Eimile. I made a mental note to make it up to him someday, somehow. I winced. The ointment was an astringent. It was making my face burn. ‘I didn’t have a business mee