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Nick entered the hospital room around midday Monday for the second time that day. His eyes scanned over Mitch who lay sleeping.
As he came within a few feet of the bed, Mitch’s eyes shot open and he braced.
“Just me.” Nick held up his hands.
“Nick.” Mitch sighed and visibly relaxed.
“Brought you a sports mag.” Nick tossed it to him.
“Thanks,” Mitch caught the magazine. “Good stuff.”
“Yeah well, I figure if you can’t run, you may as well read about it.” Nick shrugged. “How are you feeling?”
“Bit high,” Mitch said.
“Yeah? What’s in that?” Nick nodded at the IV.
“Demerol I think. Hey, you know last night, when you left …” Mitch began, readjusting himself to sit up slightly.
“Yeah?” Nick leaned on the edge of the bed.
“Did you see anyone?” Mitch asked.
“Like your ex, Charlotte?
