Chapter 18
I ran to the bathroom and threw up until my gut started to hurt. His face was everywhere, haunting me.
Denim rushed into the room, his face filled with genuine concern. "I knew you weren't fine. I'll prepare a medicinal bath for you while you tell me everything that happened today. Everything's going to be okay," he affirmed with a small, reassuring smile as he began setting up the bath.
I told him everything that happened, every painful detail. As I finished, he pulled me into a tight hug.
"I'm sorry for asking this—it must be hard for you—but can you describe the kid?" he asked gently, stroking my hair with an unreadable expression.
"He had blue hair and big eyes. I couldn't see most of his face because of all the blood, but he had a scar running from his right ear to the baseline of his nose," I replied, brushing his hand away from my auburn hair.
"I know him," he muttered, his voice heavy with sadness. His expression shocked me—it was one of deep sorrow, something I never expected to see on the face of this scoundrel of a man.
"He's the kid everyone around here loves because he helps people a lot. He's always walking around the city, helping the elderly and anyone in need. His name is Daniel Perez, but everyone calls him Danny."
"Wait—you mean *the* Daniel Perez? The one fondly known as Smily Danny" I asked, my voice laced with both sadness and a newfound resolve.
Denim nodded, his expression grim.
"Let's forget about this for now. You have a fight today," he said, trying to shift my focus.