Jo looked into the mirror and saw two pairs of mirrored eyes


She looked up and into the other pair of mirrored eyes. The dark blue eyes
flashed with anger and fear.

“What the fuck did you do?” she heard Bongo snarl in a guttural rythym.

Jo looked down at her hand and shook her head helplessly.

“Don’t tell me you’ve become an emotional human being, too?” Bongo continued
in an odd voice from the corner of her lips. “I thought I’d see that you are
not a weak human being.”

Jo was still shocked. What had she done to cause this? She felt weak. Her
heart was still shaking when she looked at the mirror again.

“Who the hell are you?” she cried out in a guttural voice through the pain
of the cold stone floor.

“I’m sorry,” came a small breathy voice through the mirror. The words were
so quiet and weak that she couldn’t understand them in her pain. “I’m sorry.”

“Wait, wait,” a voice cried from behind her. Jo looked up just in time to
see a hand reach out from behind and gently take her by the wrist.

She let out a sob of relief. She had survived. She had survived the night.
She had survived the pain of loss. And this was the most important thing of
all. This was her heart’s true love.

“It’s okay,” he whispered reassuringly as he leaned down and took her gloved
hand in his own with a reassuring touch. “I am sorry.”

“Who the fuck are you?” she gasped in the voice that seemed to be coming
from a distant planet.

“I’m sorry.” His palm on her face still.

“It’s not your fault, you son of a bitch,” Bongo said, moving quietly in
a way that made the mirror shake.

“No,” he said after a minute.

“I think you need another hit,” she said and he laughed at her.

“It will not make me feel any better,” she said, looking up at him. “You
don’t fucking love me. You love another.”

Another tear fell from her eye. His hand still on her face as she stared
into the mirror.

“I love you, Jo.” He said in a low soft voice as he closed his hand over
her face just like he did before.

“I just want to let you know, in the meantime,” he said, moving out of
the way and pulling out a chair, “that the only way that you can control
your anger and frustration, is to control other people’s. Do you understand?”

“You mean, get over.”

“Exactly,” he said, moving to the side and looking away from her and
back over his shoulder.

The door flew open.

“Is she okay?” a gruff voice asked.

“How the hell did you get in here? I thought your bitch took off again,”
Bongo said as the other two looked at each other for a moment.

“This is Jo and the person that she’s trying to hide from. How he got in
here is beyond me,” Bongo said.

“You can see why you don’t want my help,” Bongo said to the tall one sitting
in the dark living room. “But I do have some news,” Bongo continued.

“Let’s start with the good news. The other asshole has fallen from grace,
from his ass and his head is on the ground. That’s all good news.”

“What about the other one?” Jo asked. “What the hell happened to him?”

“His ass landed in his own ass again, but he didn’t get up. There’s nothing
I can do about that. The only problem with him is that he’s still alive.”

Bongo’s face darkened.

“He has to go. Now,” he said. “You have to get him out of the hospital. Do
what you can to get him transferred to a real hospital.”

“What do you think I’m here for? This is our last chance to get him out of
the damn hospital before he dies. He’s been through enough.”

“It’s not your job to decide what happens to him now. You’re going to have
to go handle that. He’s lucky to be alive. You just got your ass kicked again,
but he’s still alive, so he’s still a viable fucking idiot,” Bongo snarled.

“You want to know something? If you were his mother, he wouldn’t even be
here. And if he had just stopped and had gotten out of the hospital alive, he
would still be here. How ’bout that?”

“If you care about the fucker, you’ll go get him out and you will have to
be there. You’re going to need to go get him out. He would take you for the
long-lost love of his life and he would give you a second chance. Get him
out. He’s not going to need you to get out of the hospital alive. Just go get
him out. Do it,” Bongo said calmly. “He’s your only remaining chance.”

Jo was silent for a few moments.

“Go get him out. Don’t give up on him. You have your whole life ahead of
you,” Bongo said. “Go. I mean it. Go get him out. Go,” he added with finality
to Bongo and the tall one.

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