Chapter 2
“I think he’s waking up.”
Even just barely conscious, Kirk recognized that voice. He struggled to lift his eyelids even as a shadow seemed to move across him. Hot breath scented with bubblegum fanned his face.
“Hey, is anyone home?”
Kirk opened his eyes and stared into the pores of someone’s nose. “Get off me.”
After a low chuckle, Toby Sherwood’s face no longer hovered over him. “Seems like he feels pretty good to me.”
Now he was staring at fluorescent lights above him. He lay flat on his back, which he immediately decided sucked. “Where am I?”
Toby leaned over him again. “The hospital. You were in a bus accident.”
Oh, yeah.
“Can you lift me up or something? This is uncomfortable.”
“We should probably call his nurse,” a woman said. He recognized her, too. His mother.
