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Macie:He WOKE UP? Was he in a coma? What the actual hell, McCall? How come no one told me?
McCall:You’ve made how you feel about him, or any mention of him, extra, super clear, Mace.
Macie:I’m mad at him. It doesn’t mean I want him to die. Jesus. What happened?
McCall:Far as we can tell, it was a training exercise that went bad. Bullet grazed his skull and as he went down, he landed in some razor wire that was piled up nearby.
Macie:He was shot.
McCall:Grazed.
Macie:But he’ll live?
McCall:He’ll live. He’s pretty cut up, and they had to remove some skull splinters from some dangerous areas. It’ll take rehab, and a lengthy hospital stay. But like I said, his mom is on her way.
Macie:I’m an asshole.
McCall:We all have our moments.
Macie:I thought his bad day was like a sand spider in his cot.
McCall:Nah, not this time. Although you should ask him about the one that bit his left nut.
Macie:Are you trying to make me feel worse?
McCall:Nope. Merely establishing a timeline.
Macie:This isn’t a crime scene, Detective McCall.
McCall:Depends on who you ask. I bet Booker’s heart feels pretty fucking murdered.
Macie:I hate you.
McCall:You don’t hate anyone, including Booker Thomas. Just text him back, Macie girl. You know those little fingers of yours are itching to anyway.
Macie + Booker
Macie:I talked to McCall.
Booker:Still favoring that cousin of mine over me? Some things never change.
Macie:I never favored McCall. He’s just never disappeared on me.
Booker:True.
Macie:Why didn’t you tell me?
Booker:You didn’t want to talk to me.
Macie:I would have if I’d have known you almost died.
Booker:One, I didn’t almost die. Mostly. Two, I don’t want your pity texts, Macie.
Macie:Your momma make it there yet?
Booker:Yeah, she’s here. I must look pretty bad because she’s been crying since she walked in. I crushed one of my sleeping pills into her coffee so I could get some peace.
Macie:You didn’t.