So instead I put him in my cab and we went to my hotel room. Before entering the hotel I make Jake put on his hoodie and then pull the hood up over his head and around his face. Hopefully it will cast enough of a shadow that it won’t freak Diego out when we show up there. He should be in bed by now but he always wakes up when I come home, no matter how late it is. If I can just get Jake cleaned up, patched up, and into bed for a dozen hours of sleep maybe he won’t be so scary looking in the morning. The usually talkative Jake is oddly quiet after the fight and on the ride to the hotel. Thankfully Jamarcus has given me his personal medical bag and a head full of tips on how to care for his beaten fighter but I have done this too many times in the past. I just hope this doesn’t become a regular happening with Jake. I lead the silent fighter past the hotel front desk without managing to attract any undue attention. No one is in the elevator so we get to the fourth floor without incident.
