The sun now shined brightly over the ruins of the
Cellar, so he figured that many hours had passed since
daybreak. When he reflexively tried to get up, he realized
for the first time how much damage he had taken.
Damn. I still haven't fully recovered.
But even so, he was somehow able to pick
himself up.
Enzo gawped at Dante with wide eyes.
“Tony! Are you okay? What a stupid question. I
can see you're not okay. Are you alive?”
“Hey! Don't shake me so hard. These wounds still
smart.”
Enzo wouldn't let go. He jostled Dante urgently.
“What happened here?”
“Okay, okay. I'll tell you. But first lend me your
shoulder. This isn't the place to talk.”