“Do you think he’s out?” Susan asked knowing full well her medical knowledge was nowhere near Marcy’s.

She smiled as she glanced over at him. “How full was that bottle?”

“Only a drink or two out of it. Why?” Susan finished and stood up staring at the perhaps two shots left. “They weren’t joking about how much he likes whiskey.”

Marcy laughed finally relaxing. “They put that in his reports?”

“When drinking is illegal and you’re an alcoholic….” Brazen let her voice trail off as she went over to the couch.

“You have a point.” Marcy joined her sitting on the coffee table. “We should sew up that slice while he’s out. Sewing isn’t going to set him off again is it?”

Brazen shrugged and poked Plissken in the ribs. “I don’t think he’ll notice.”

Marcy pulled out her surgical kit and started working by fire light. “He looks dead.”

“It’s a defense mechanism.” Brazen responded as she worked off Plissken’s shirt.

“Huh?” Marcy didn’t understand at all but started work cleaning the wound.

“Many of the people living on the street sleep like that. They believe it will keep the crazies away and the silence will keep them hidden from us.” Brazen was working on removing his boots to take care of the gun shot wound.

“It must work.” Marcy was diligently repairing the laceration from Cuervo’s blade.

“It must.” Brazen agreed as she finished striping Plissken down to his boxer briefs. That’s when she stopped as she folded his pants. His legs were so scarred. She touched the one she knew was from New York and the arrow but the rest she could only guess.

“Brazen.”

Susan looked up and took a beat before she responded. “The gunshot looks bad and infected already.”

Marcy slid down to look at the raw wound. It was bad and burning red a half inch all around. “What were you staring at?”

Susan flushed when she realized Marcy had noticed. “All the scars. The things he must have survived.”

“There are a lot but he seems to be good at making them.” Marcy added as she handed Brazen some ointments for the infection.

“There must be a hundred stories to them.” She commented watching Marcy clean the dirt from the hole in his leg.

“If he told you the truth.” Marcy retorted.

“What reason would he have to lie?” Brazen asked curiously.

“Who knows.” Marcy admitted as she left the wound to Brazen’s care and preparded bandaging. “He’s lied before.”

Brazen thought about that for a moment and shook her head as she rubbed in the antibiotics. “I’ve never seen anything in his record saying he’s ever lied about anything. Not even his crimes.”

“Really?” Marcy was surprised. “He’s admitted to everything?”

“As far as I know…. Yes.”

“Strange for a man like him.” Marcy added as she and Brazen wrapped his leg.

“Everyone has limits of what they will do.” Susan shrugged.

“He’ll rob a bank but not lie.” Marcy shook her head. “Can’t say I understand.”

They tied off the bandaging and started covering him. “That’s what makes his case so interesting. He’s a contradiction but there’s logic in there somewhere because his behavior repeats over and over to the point that it is so predictable that people second guess their own intuition around him. He did it to us in LA.”

“I don’t understand how that is interesting.” Marcy stated as she began sterilizing and repacking her things.

“I never understood the fascination with disease.” Brazen countered. The women exchanged a look and smiled.

“I think I need to rest before traveling back. Will you be alright here alone with him?”

Susan nodded. “What are the chances he’ll wake up anytime before tomorrow afternoon?”

“You’ve got a point.” Marcy stood. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

The two women embraced for a brief moment before Marcy headed for the back room.

“Sleep well.” Susan called.

“Be safe.” Marcy replied leaving Brazen staring down at the sleeping Snake.