Chapter 15Sunday December 31st, 4 A.M.
Colin opened his eyes to a sea of white with machines making noise. His chest ached. He looked down. A dressing ran down the left side of his chest. He was glad to be alive. Glancing around the room, he saw a man dressed in disposable scrubs.
“Marc…” he whispered.
“Finally, you’re awake. You were out of it so long I was so worried you wouldn’t open your eyes. I want to come over and hold you, but I can’t. There is too much danger of infection. Please know that I love you and won’t leave you until you’re better.”
“Hurt…”
Marc ran out of the room to the nurse’s station. “He needs pain medication.”
The nurse read his chart. “I’ll show him how to self-medicate with the morphine pump. He can press a button when he hurts. However, he’s only allowed a
