Chapter 9
A THIRTYSOMETHING MAN in surgical greens entered the room and introduced himself as Dr. Gardner.
“You’re looking better this evening,” he said.
“So they tell me. I haven’t seen myself in a mirror for a while.”
“That will change when they get you up and walk you to the bathroom.”
“They brought me one of those bedpans this afternoon, but I barely remember it. When can I go home?”
“That depends.”
“That’s evasive.”
“Sorry. Part of it depends upon how fast you heal, and you seem to be doing nicely in that department. Part of it depends upon your situation at home.”
“Meaning?”
“Do you have someone at home to take care of you?”
“You’re looking at him,” I said. “Meet my partner, Rion.”
“Is your bedroom upstairs or downstairs?”
“Upstairs.”
“He looks strong enough to carry yo
