[ Matt dimly thinks he can hear the other line ringing on Father Lantom's phone after he gives him "Max's" number. It's dangerous to ask him here, but---he doesn't have anyone else to call. Foggy and Karen---what's he supposed to say to them? Maybe it's better that he---that they think he's dead.
"Is this Max?"
Sister Maggie swore all of the other nuns to secrecy. There isn't anyone who would tell.
His consciousness fades, in and out, and hard to keep a hold of. He remembers hoping, praying, before that Frank would pick up. Please, pick up. He didn't want to do this over a voicemail. Maybe a part of him---didn't want to do it at all. It makes his chest ache in a way that has nothing to do with how shot his whole body is right now.
He comes back around, feeling a hand on his shoulder after a muffled conversation, and feels the phone pressed to his good ear. He licks at his dry lips, voice slurred from drugs, pain, and exhaustion. ]
( i will not cross you and you must move on. there is nothing else. )
"Is this Max?"
Sister Maggie swore all of the other nuns to secrecy. There isn't anyone who would tell.
His consciousness fades, in and out, and hard to keep a hold of. He remembers hoping, praying, before that Frank would pick up. Please, pick up. He didn't want to do this over a voicemail. Maybe a part of him---didn't want to do it at all. It makes his chest ache in a way that has nothing to do with how shot his whole body is right now.
He comes back around, feeling a hand on his shoulder after a muffled conversation, and feels the phone pressed to his good ear. He licks at his dry lips, voice slurred from drugs, pain, and exhaustion. ]
Are---are you there?