the more he regained consciousness, the more he began to remember what had happened. he'd been picked up by a man in a porsche - well off, clearly, with his hair slicked back, an expensive suit. they'd gone back to a dirty motel, and he'd gotten rough with him (he had the bruises to remind him of that, too), and, before they'd done anything else, kit had tried to put a stop to it, recognizing the red flags of a man who wanted to take things further than kit was willing to allow, and they had gotten in to a scuffle. the motel room was completely destroyed from the pair of them crashing into furniture, throwing each other around.
then, at some point, kit had been thrown, and when he went to charge the man again, a gun went off, and he felt a blinding pain in his abdomen, and the man bolted as kit fell.
someone else must have heard the shot, too, and called the police because, next thing he'd known, toby had been there.
kit blinked at that memory, trying to sit up and hissing at the pain. a nurse came in and chastised him for trying, and he caught her hand before she left, "did someone call my girlfriend? lolita larsen - does she know?"
the nurse told him she wasn't sure, but promised she would look into it before she left. once she was gone, kit swallowed thickly, and laid back, preparing for the shit storm that was about to come his way once the police started asking questions.
for the first time in a long time, he was scared.