CHAPTER 21
He looked so weak lying on the bed. His arm was in a cast. His face was bruised and covered with cuts, a massive bandage taped over one eye. A nurse adjusted his IV bag and nodded at Lacy.
Raphael glanced over. “What are you doing?” he demanded.
She stopped short of the bed.
“What are you doing?” he repeated. His voice was gravelly, as if each word hurt his throat.
“I came to see you.”
“I don’t want visitors.”
Lacy held her cell in her palm. “You sent me a text.” Could she have misread it?
The nurse came around the side of the bed. She put her arm around Lacy’s shoulder, walking her a few steps to the door. “His memory’s not so good right now,” she whispered. “Head trauma.”
“Maybe I should come back later.”
The nurse shrugged. “It’s up to you. He’s not the best of comp
