VI
LakeHunter woke up smelling disinfectant.
Even in the darkness, that sharp, acrid smell was more telling than anything he was able to see. It brought to mind images of sterile rooms and nurses running up and down aisles in pristine white uniforms as they stuck thermometers down your throats and needles in your a*s. Disinfectant conjured up words like hygiene, radiology and Doctor Kildare.
It made him think of a hospital, which was precisely where he was.
After consciousness swirled into his brain and the spinning room gradually slowed, he was able to focus on where he was. The first thing that confronted him was the blanket covering his body and the white ceiling above his head. Lifting the covers, he winced at the movement as he examined his chest.
Where there had been a b****y,
