Chapter 2Hours must have passed, but they all meshed together. It could have been minutes. It could have been days. Everything was just black, and it hurt. Then, it didn’t hurt, but the darkness never really went away. Even when Anthony could find the strength in him to open his eyes, there was still that darkness around the edges of his vision. He could see doctors, nurses, shuffling around. In and out. The door made a noise that grated on any nerve he hadn’t already dedicated to the ache.
He was alive. He was alive, bandaged, and hooked into machines with all manners of shrieking beeps to rip at his ears. But it was numb. Hearing was numb. The rest of him was numb. At least, he knew where he was. He could feel the hospital mattress beneath him. The pillows needed fluffing, and he could
