Richard said. The kid looked startled. “Oh, I’m…uh…sorry. I was looking for Jason. The guy who runs the clinic.” “He’s in the back.” “Oh. Okay I guess I could come back…” “Are you okay?” Richard asked. The kid hesitated, as if unsure how to answer the question. Finally, he shook his head. “I don’t know.” “It’s Ben, right? Look, Ben, what are you doing here? The clinic is closed and everyone left.” “I, uh…uh…I uh…” the kid said, looking around nervously and fidgeting. “Spit it out.” The kid glanced up the street one last time and then pulled his jacket aside. The head of a bottle of whiskey stuck out of his pocket. “Oh, Christ,” Richard said. As if that was a trigger, the kid burst out sobbing. Richard stepped out of the way and gestured for him to come in. After a second Ben stumbled inside, still sobbing, and Richard closed the door behind him. “What’s going on?” Jason asked, appearing from the back hallway. “Ben?
