Chapter 11: Marginally
Marginally. That was the best word to describe how much better Nash felt this morning. He felt marginally better.
“I guess maybe a seven?” he replied in response to Emmitt’s query about his pain level. “My head is more improved than my arm.”
Emmitt nodded. “That’s to be expected at this stage. You’ll probably still have a bit of a headache for a few days, but you’re more alert. You’re looking better, too…your color is healthy.”
Sadly, “alert” didn’t equate to “memories returning.” He did feel more like he belonged among the living again, though. He had some energy now, and had walked himself to the bathroom, with Carlton hovering for the first trip, and up and down the same hallway that he’d strode so many times before while going about his business, and strolled
