Chapter 28: Remember Me?
Honestly, he looked like hell. Aside from the bandages and cast, both his eyes were black and he was as pale as a ghost. He looked as if a stampede of Palominos had run over him and I knew he wasn’t going to be the same for months to come. But no matter how much he looked like death warmed over, I was glad he was alive.
“No hugs or kisses,” he said. His voice was just a whisper, but his words were clear. He was propped up in the hospital bed, only a white sheet over him. He blinked a few times, tried to smile but really couldn’t, and said, “Come over here and sit down.”
There was an empty seat beside his bed, and I took it. I set the card and the cowboy bear in his lap. Then I kissed one of my fingertips and pressed it gently to his lips. I admitted, “I was wo
