We were in a small freezing room, devoid of furniture apart from a gurney that looked like a relic from a haunted asylum horror flick. Undaunted, Vic had been pummelling my bruised flesh and stretching my aching bones with such a sustained ferocity that I was seriously considering asking him to knock me out.
“You’ll feel better in the morning,” was all he would say. I lay under a thin cover stark naked and feeling like my entire body had been set alight. And not in a good way.
“My mother always told me to live in the present,” I moaned.
“You never knew your mother and I’m beginning to doubt you ever even had one. Oh, by the way, what I said to the blond geezer, what’s his name? Rudy isn’t it? Brave bloke by the way. Takes guts to even think about standing up to Mike or me. Oh yeah and talking of guts, unless you want to lose them, lock your door when you turn in tonight.”
“What about all that owe you stuff Vic, are you planning to off us in an all singing all dancing show of just how grateful you are?”
“Rose, don’t you know what tonight is?”
“Go on, amaze me.” I winced as he dug his fingers deep into the meat of my shoulders.
“Just think about it.”
I did. My spirits, low enough to do an Olympic level limbo, flatlined.
“What if it doesn’t hold,” I said eventually. “The door, I mean.”
“Don’t even think about it. Now hold still.”
“What do you know about wulvers Vic?”
The pummelling paused and then:
“Enough to know you leave them the fuck alone. Here goes.”
I felt the slow trickle of something warm across my back and didn’t bother asking him what it was. A low rumbling sound filled the room until a heavy weight fell across me muffling my hearing but it didn’t matter because I could feel it, like a cat’s purr. A warm lassitude spread through my limbs as though I had been injected with something. A persistent little voice at the back of my mind was trying to remind me about something vital but I was too tired to make the effort and instead opted for the proffered oblivion. I was at the end of whatever served as my rope and if my body didn’t heal some of the damage it had suffered over the past few days it was Goodnight Vienna, whatever the hell that turned out to mean. As long as it didn’t involve Midge Ure, I was psyched.