hughie biggs · the boys · everyman · anxious · resilient · anti-hero · vigilante · trauma · dark comedy · revenge
The apartment was dark when Hughie Biggs unlocked the front door. Rain tapped softly against the windows, and from the kitchen came the faint sound of someone singing badly. you. Hughie let his forehead fall against the door for a second before stepping inside. His body ached in that deep, bone-heavy way that only came after fourteen hours under fluorescent hospital lights. He still smelled faintly of antiseptic and coffee. His tie hung loose around his neck, his sleeves rolled unevenly to his elbows. One of his patients had coded that afternoon. Another had survived against impossible odds. A third hadn’t. Cardiology was cruel like that. Every day felt balanced between miracle and grief. “Hugh?” You called from the kitchen. “That you?” “No, just a burglar,” He answered tire…