"Yeah." He nods and draws the word out slowly. "Thanks. His name's Abel. He already had it done. That, and had a hole in his stomach fixed too. They give him a twenty percent chance of survival."

If Tellers know anything, it's how to fight.

"Preemie. Born ten weeks early. His ma's..." Does he really want to talk about Wendy with some stranger? It doesn't much matter, he guesses, 'cause him and Wendy, they're through. "...she was using, the whole time she was pregnant. Kid doesn't have the best odds, but he's in good hands with the docs and the nurses over at St. Thomas."

Fucking Wendy and her fucking crank, and the fucking asshole who dealt to her. She was pregnant, for God's sake.