Good bed, efficiency kitchen, den with a comfy sofa, and cable TV, this hotel had pretty much all the comforts of home. Mike walked to the fridge and took a soda from the open box inside. There was also most of a six-pack of Sam Adams. That was seriously tempting but probably a bad idea given the meds he’d been taking. Kurt was parked on the sofa, laptop open, TV turned on in the background. Judging from the way Kurt was stabbing at the keyboard, he was probably playing a game.
Mike’s discharge instructions included very limited computer time, no high impact activities like jogging, and avoidance of excessive noise or vibration. He was restless and had been pacing the confines of the hotel for the past half hour.
“You’re acting like a caged tiger,” said Kurt.
“Sorry. I’ve just spent way
