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Chapter 11-3
When Tony regained consciousness, he was in what he instantly knew from the décor was a hospital room. He could see that his arm was bandaged, and it felt as if his side and shoulder were, too. There were IV lines leading to a cannula in his arm that he figured must be for blood and antibiotics, or painkillers. “How are you feeling, Mr. Watkins,” a woman asked. He turned his head to see a doctor in a lab coat standing there, and beyond her, Detective Sanders. “Like death,” Tony replied. She smiled, handing him his glasses. “Luckily, you managed to avoid that, although you lost a fair amount of blood. Someone up there was looking out for you, because the knife the assailant used struck bone without severing anything vital in the process.” Tony shuddered, then asked how long he’d been in
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