IIIWHEN I CAME TO, AT least they had left my clothes on me. Torn, bloody, but mostly in one set of pieces.
And someone was standing over me, a respectful distance away, not looking like he wanted to give me more pain.
I sat up, or tried to. Gawd my head hurt. And I was actually loosely tied down to some sort of gurney, one of those rolling hospital beds.
The furthest I got was up on my left elbow, because my right arm was tied down with web strapping.
At least I was still alive.
But when I saw the bandages on my right wrist beyond the webbing, I knew that I was as good as dead already.
So I gingerly laid back on the gurney, so I didn't bump my head again. My eyes hurt and my sinuses burned. Worse than any hangover.
That put my head over to my left, where I saw this this smallish guy
