"Let's eat some ice cream." James said as they neared the hospital.
Hector didn't speak at first, he just stared at him, looking at the blood covering his body, his face, and practically everywhere.
"What?" James asked, glancing down at himself. "Oh, I almost forgot." He slowly took off his suit, revealing a shirt underneath that only had a few blood spatters. Still, he looked like someone fresh out of a slaughterhouse. "Better?"
Hector nodded and informed the driver through the radio to head to an ice cream shop instead.
After a short drive, they pulled over and stepped out of the car.
The shop was empty except for the employees behind the counter. As James walked in, his presence alone sent a wave of terror through them.
His shoes left bloody footprints on the floor, but he didn't care and strode up to the counter like everything was completely normal.
"I'd like one scoop of chocolate ice cream, please." He said.
