Chapter 9
Doyle woke feeling groggy and disoriented. He’d spent a fitful night in the hospital. Sharing a room with Kord, even though he slept soundly through the night, hadn’t been easy. He was so close, so within reach physically. But in reality, Kord was light years away as far as Doyle was concerned.
He’d slept on and off. Each time he awoke, he’d stare at Kord’s face. The blond had been oblivious to everything and slept as if he hadn’t a care in the world. Doyle would drift off staring, only to wake again feeling edgy. The morning couldn’t come soon enough, he’d thought, each time his sleep had been disrupted.
When the sun did begin filtering through the curtained windows, Kord was up and ready to go. It was barely six and Doyle felt the weight of sleeplessness dragging him down. A
