Chapter 8Ross woke up in a hospital room. His leg had a kind of dull ache to it, but he didn’t care. That meant someone had given him the good stuff. Well, that was just fine by him. He could just sit here on the bed all day, given that he was warm and not on a floor. He liked the bed. It was welcoming and home-like. He’d never leave it again, if he had his way.
He stretched and groaned, and found he couldn’t move his leg. When he looked down, he found his leg was in a cast. He laughed. The cast looked like a big marshmallow, and if that wasn’t funny then nothing in the world was funny.
“Man, when you’re on painkillers you’re a trip.” Dixon snorted and unfolded himself from the visitor chair. “How much do you remember?”
Ross tried to think. It wasn’t easy. “The painkillers are making my
