Chapter 8
Benjamin woke up in a hospital bed for the second time in eighteen months. His whole body ached, especially his head. He looked around the room, the light hurting his eyes. He tried to call out, to ask someone what the hell had happened, but his throat and lips were too dry.
“Hey, it’s alright. How are ya feelin’?”
The rough, deep voice was gentler than he had ever heard it, but there was no mistaking whose voice it was.
Benjamin turned his head a little to his right and saw Mick, leaning over him and smiling.
“Wa-ter,” he managed to say.
Mick poured him a glass of water and Benjamin drank the whole lot down in one breath.
“Another one, please,” he said.
Again, he drank the entire contents down in one go before handing the empty glass back to Mick.
“So how are ya feelin’
