Ross’s POV
I woke up in the medical clinic after they were more than halfway done stitching me up. The doctor wished to knock me out again, but I promised not to move a muscle while he did whatever he could do for me. I remained perfectly still as the doctor added stitch after stitch to locations all over my body. Then he would apply antiseptic, which stung like a b***h!
My brother Jeff was holding my hand during the entire ordeal, but I think it was more for his own comfort than for mine.
“I would take this pain for you if I could,” Jeff babbled constantly, apparently thinking that his platitudes would somehow make things better or easier to bear. I didn’t have the heart to tell him how close I was to decking both him and the doctor in the face and walking out of this damned c
