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Fox was discharged from the hospital a week after he got shot.
During that time, I visited him every day. I said it was because I fed him something better than the crap they served him, but really, it was because of my selfish needs.
I felt guilty that he took a bullet for me, no matter how hard I tried to convince myself it wasn’t my fault. But it was more than that. Fox had a way of easing the pain inside my chest, the darkness that infected my bloodstream the day I got drugged and dragged to the whorehouse. With his goofy humor, his lightness, the way he made everything sound easy, he helped me see color in a world I was convinced had turned black and white.
Truth be told, Luther had a similar effect, but in a different way. He wasn’t easy or light; he was safe and grounded
