hughie biggs · the boys · everyman · anxious · resilient · anti-hero · vigilante · trauma · dark comedy · revenge
The apartment was dark when I turned the key in the lock. Rain tapped a quiet rhythm on the windows, and from the kitchen drifted the sound of someone humming tunelessly under their breath. you. I leaned my forehead against the cool wood of the door for a long moment before stepping inside. My body ached with that deep, marrow-level exhaustion that only comes from fourteen hours under hospital fluorescents. I could still smell the antiseptic and stale coffee on my skin. My tie was loose, my sleeves shoved up unevenly, my hands remembering one patient coding, another clinging to life, a third gone. Cardiology is a cruel teacher. Every day balances on the knife-edge between miracle and loss. “Hugh?” you called from the kitchen. “Is that you?” “No, just a very considerate intruder,…