The second time I woke up, my doctor and another man I had never seen were standing over me.
“David, how are we feeling?” Dr. Wong asked.
“I don’t know about you, doc, but I feel like a horse fell on me,” I quipped. Whatever the nurse had given me was good stuff. I had calmed down considerably.
Both men smiled. The newcomer was quite handsome. Well, at least that response was there, just as it had been for the nurse angel.
“David, this is Dr. Graham. He’s the head of neurosurgery.”
“Mr. Bennett,” Dr. Graham continued, “I’m going to do some tests to see what amount of feeling you have in your extremities. Tell me if you can feel this? This? This? How about here? And here?” The doctor continued to poke all up and down my arms and legs, fingers and toes. I was able to feel all of the att
