Midnight Son Page #4
Anemia?
That's a... that's a blood thing, right?
Yeah, it's a blood thing.
So that's what the medicine was for?
Is it serious?
Yeah.
Why didn't you want to tell me?
It's just too much.
I'm such a freak.
Hey...
I'm strong than you think.
Promise me you'll see a doctor, okay?
- Okay.
- I mean it.
I will.
I don't want to go in there.
Seriously?
F*** it then.
We'll have our own party.
Get up.
Get up!
Move.
Move!
No, no, you stay. You move.
Where's my brother?
I don't know.
- Did you kill him?
- You know this guy?
Shut up!
- Please let her go.
- Answer my question!
No!
You want to help her, huh?
You start talking.
Just go.
Leave!
Sh*t!
How did...?
Let me get this straight.
This guy shot your girlfriend at
point blank range... but she's okay.
You think you killed his brother,
but don't know where his body is.
The only thing you're absolutely
sure about, is that you killed her.
Yes.
Look...
You're a nice kid.
You got no record...
No bad raps, nothing. It's like...
- It's like you don't even exist.
- I did it.
Okay.
- What did you do to her?
- You guys have the body, right? - Yeah...
We have the body.
How did you kill her?
Okay, the truth is,
I don't remember exactly.
- So, how do you know you did it?
- I can't explain it, but I know it was me.
- Wait, you're not going to arrest me?
- No. No, I'm not.
But I am going to check
on your girlfriend.
If you want to help her,
you'll arrest me.
There's no evidence and you can't
remember what you did.
Most people who confess
to a crime can't tell the...
because they didn't do it.
Come back when you
remember what happened.
Stop!
She was burned?
- Go home.
- After sunrise?
What are you doing?
Promise me you won't leave this room.
What?
You have to stay in here.
Why?
I may have infected you.
I don't believe you.
Hey!
- You have to stay in here!
- Don't yell at me.
- I'm sorry.
- What's wrong with you?
Just...
Just promise me you're
going to stay in here.
Where are you going?
Did you kill that kid's brother?
He's dry, man.
I ain't so pretty no more, am I?
I have you to thank for that.
Old fart.
Didn't last very long.
You hungry?
You know, I was really
pissed off at you, man.
There's nothing worse
than waking up in the...
middle of nowhere with
half of your face on fire.
But I got over it.
Once I had my first taste,
I got over it real fast.
Want some?
You got to drop the morals, kid.
You ain't gonna survive with that baggage.
Pull over, Russell.
Look at them all.
Think they're happy?
Most of them are probably
staring at the tail lights in
front of them wondering
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