The pain in his body was finally down to a dull roar when someone put a hand on his shoulder. When he opened his eyes, he expected to see a nurse. It was Trey. Landon knuckled his eyes trying to wake up. This wasn’t the hospital; it was Trey’s house.
“Time to eat.”
Landon looked up at Trey and was tempted to refuse, but he’d barely eaten anything all day. The pain had been too intense to deal with appearing as normal as possible and cope with anything else at the same time.
Trey put an arm under Landon and helped him sit up. “I read through the hospital’s discharge paperwork. Are you trying to kill yourself?”
“I have responsibilities. Since the op went so spectacularly bad, we have to salvage as much information as possible.”
“I may be a paramedic, but I’m a cop, too. I get that you w
