“You really expect me to walk to the end of the hall and back?” Sax growled at the nurse Saturday afternoon. When she grinned and gestured toward the door, he knew he had met his match for stubbornness. “At least the boss brought me a pair of sweats, so I’m not stuck in a hospital gown with my butt hanging out.” He was already wearing them, in the hope he’d be sprung later in the afternoon.
“If you want to get out of here, you’d better do the walk,” she told him. “Doctor King’s orders.” She helped him up while pointing out, “You’re on enough pain killers to knock out a horse, so don’t give me the ‘it hurts too bad’ excuse.”
Sax knew she was right, so he slowly made the long walk up and down the hallway. By the time he got back to the room, Dr. King was doing his afternoon rounds. He came
