There wasn't anything he could say. Darrow wasn't a place you could be told about. You had to live it, to figure it out on your own. Or maybe Curtis was just as useless as a leader as he'd always suspected.

Grey deserved better. They all deserved better.

Dragging in a breath, Curtis pinched the bridge of his nose, ignoring the twinge in the tendons and bones, still newly healed after being shot through.

"We're going to the hospital," he explained flatly. "Where they can patch you up. Then we'll... We'll figure out where you can stay."

He'd have an apartment of his own, but there was no way the kid could be left entirely to his own devices.