Z. With need2speed.

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Oliver lay in bed, trying not to move, his hand still gripping onto his cell phone tightly. He blew out a slow breath, staring up at the ceiling and willing the time to pass quicker so he could have more painkillers. He'd been shot before, stabbed, cut, bruised, knocked unconscious, and had a variety of other injuries, but he'd never been burned before.

It was a pain all its own.