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Kieran Wright kept his eyes shut with an effort all through the ride from Oakhurst to the hospital in town. It wasn’t easy; every time the ambulance hit a bump or made a turn he wanted to look around to figure out where he was. He was determined not to do that, however. So long as his hands remained cuffed, he had no intention of letting either the crew of the ambulance or the police officer watching over him know that he was conscious.
It did not become any easier to conceal that he was no longer unconscious when he reached the hospital. He was transferred from the ambulance’s stretcher to a trolley and wheeled away somewhere, which he struggled to identify as a cubicle in the emergency department using just his hearing — he had never before appreciated how hard it was to work out whe
