I turned on the radio and listened to the soft music, trying to lose myself in it and forget the rest of the world for a little while. But as soon as I closed my eyes, someone knocked softly on the door.
“This better be good,” I called, turning my face from the pillow enough to watch the door. Dr. Hatchet slipped inside and offered me a smile.
“Heard what happened,” he said. “Rivers said you wouldn’t see a doctor.”
“I’m fine,” I muttered. “Breathing hurts, that’s all.”
“Oh, that’s all?” He rubbed his hands together, warming them up. “If you won’t let them take a look at you, then at least let me check to see if anything’s broken. You could puncture a lung and die, and then where would we be?”
“You’d be fine,” I said. “Richardwould be adrift. He just wouldn’t realize it for a while.”
