It was early morning when Red finally awoke having slept the night peacefully.
Elizabeth had slept fitfully beside him, awaking frequently to check on his condition.
Francis was a frequent visitor as was Dembe, so the three of them kept vigilance over the resting individual.
Red was in a bad mood, but considering all that had happened, he was relatively agreeable.
Liz balanced the tray artfully as she entered the room, a genuine smile on her face as she noted the patient was awake and alert.
“I hope there’s some bacon on that tray.” he practically growled, attempting to arise.
“No, no...” the woman held out a staying hand, “don’t try to get up, at least on your own.” She hurriedly set the food aside crossing hastily to assist.
“Like I haven’t been shot in the leg before...” the man
