Nate heard the door open and the sound of the alarm being reactivated. Brandon came in carrying several bags of Chinese food. He greeted Nate with a smile.
“I thought you might be hungry. I hope Chinese is ok. It always amazes me that Reed has two full-service Chinese restaurants, but you have to go thirty miles before you reach the nearest hospital.”
He gave Nate a quick once-over. “Have a good bath?”
“Yeah, but I had a hard time wrapping my arm. I’ll be glad to get rid of this damn cast. How was your trip to the store?”
“Humiliating, but we’ll talk about that later. Why don’t you set out the food while I grab a quick shower?”
Nate nodded and got out plates and utensils, including forks. He might be handy with a stethoscope and scalpel, but he was hopeless with a pair of chopsticks.
