Chapter 7
Kurt walked softly into the hospital room that looked remarkably like any other, except for all the signs in Arabic. He found Michael in a bed, in a hospital gown, hooked to an IV and a couple of monitors. Somewhere at the far end of the hallway, a radio played music softly.
Mike opened his eyes as Kurt approached. He looked drugged and not hitting on all cylinders.
“How bad?” Kurt asked with a lot trepidation.
“It’s complicated, sort of. Sit.” Mike pointed to the edge of the bed.
“Okay, spit it out.” Kurt sat.
“Hairline skull fracture with a small subarachnoid hemorrhage or apparently that’s what the MRI showed. One of the doctors said it doesn’t appear to be getting worse.”
Kurt asked. “Do you need brain surgery?” He eyed the spot where Steri-strips had been replaced by
