Boss sat in silence, his only eye tracking the doctor's every move, though the expression on his face remained clueless. It was like his brain was lagging, the words being spoken not fully connecting. He blinked, once, then again, as if trying to make sense of what he'd just heard. His face was a mix of confusion and dull awareness, like someone woken from a long dream but still stuck between worlds.
The doctor took a step closer, speaking slowly. "You were shot. In the eyes. That's how we found you."
Still, Boss didn't respond. Not a twitch. Not a word.
The doctor let out a quiet sigh and turned to one of the men standing by the wall. Without warning, he reached for the man's waist and yanked out a pistol. It was fast and clean, no hesitation. Boss instinctively took a step back, but the doctor was already pointing the barrel directly at his right eye—his only eye.
The reaction was instant.
