Fragmented Truths

Stella

After some convincing, I manage to get Vance to sit down so I can address his bleeding hand. His demeanor is belligerent, tinged with the kind of stubbornness that only comes hand-in-hand with the overconsumption of alcohol.

“Just stop,” he grumbles as I approach with the first aid kit. “I’m fine, and besides, you don’t need to waste your precious time on something so meaningless and stupi