Chapter 10
Bryan woke up in hospital. At first he was disoriented. There was a white curtain drawn almost the entire way around his bed. He could see part of a window, though the Venetian blinds were closed. Beside the bed there was a small machine, some type of monitor, and a metal stand with a bag hanging from it. A small tube led from the bag to a needle in his arm, which had been secured in place by a thick plaster.
“How did I get here?” he asked groggily.
There was no reply. After he’d been conscious for about two minutes, he was joined by a nurse.
“Ah, you’re awake,” she said as she materialised from behind the white curtain. “How are you feeling?”
“How do you think I’m feeling?” There was no point in pretending to be glad he’d been rescued. Scraps of memory were returning and a
