"How are you feeling, hon?" the nurse said.
"Thirsty. And tired."
"You need to let him get his rest," she said and looked at me.
James laughed and then coughed again.
She handed him a glass of water.
James took a long sip. "When can I get out of here?" He tried to sit up and clenched his teeth together.
"Not anytime soon." The nurse grabbed the glass from his hand. "Not if you don't get your rest."
"I'm fine, really." He grimaced again as he readjusted himself on the bed.
"On a scale of one to ten, how is the pain?"
James shrugged. "Ten as the worst?"
"Mhm."
"Maybe a three then."
She looked at him like she didn't believe him at all. "Go back to sleep, hon. Maybe you'll start making sense once you get some proper rest. The doctor will come in shortly, she's just finishing up a s
