Chapter 3Greg
The tiny cot in the hospital was the lumpiest bed he’d ever slept on, but Greg wasn’t going to complain. Not when he was safe and wearing comfy, warm, and dry clothes. He’d been thrilled to hear someone had ventured out after the storm cleared some and came back with his luggage and medical bag. He’d worried it had all been lost.
Crashing in a helicopter had been an experience he never wanted to live through again, but he was grateful he had lived through it. There was a moment he was sure he was a goner.
He’d slept most of yesterday, although Dr. Linus—or Doc, as everyone called him—had checked on him often. He was banged up and had a concussion, but he was feeling much more among the living. He’d had fitful dreams, though, of a cute elf with emerald green eyes, a sweet s
