A couple of hours later, Alyssa settled in a hospital bed, her leg splinted and in traction, staring at the holes in the ceiling tiles and thinking over her prognosis. I'm incredibly lucky to have avoided more devastating injuries. I don't have a concussion. I don't have internal bleeding. Apart from the leg, I only have bumps and bruises… and a goose egg on my forehead… ahhh, morphine feels good. It's like I've floated away from the pain. Floating… floating… Her head fell back on the pillow and she closed her eyes.
A knock on the door shook her out of her stupor and she turned to see Drew coming in. “How are you doing?” he asked.
She looked at him through unfocused eyes. “Not too good.”
“This I can see. Poor Allie. Did the morphine help?” He held out his hand. She reached out to take i
