By the time we returned to the living room, Lingyun had reopened the same section of his ribs for what had to be the fourth time.
I didn't know whether to blame the black market, the zombie outside the wall, or his complete inability to remain seated when something dangerous happened within several kilometers of me.
If I had to guess, though, it was probably a mix of all three.
"You're going back to the couch," I told him.
"I was already on the couch."
"And then you left it."
"The man in the garage started screaming."
"So did your ribs."
Lingyun looked down at the blood beginning to soak through the fresh bandages. "They're dramatic."
"They learned from you."
Yuche guided him toward the sectional before Lingyun could come up with another argument. He didn't exactly carry him, but one hand remained firmly around Lingyun's uninjured arm until he was seated.
