"Hey?" The waitress entered the room as I was pulling up my pants. "I brought you some painkillers and an ice pack."
She touched my face. I hissed as a sharp pain shot through my cheek. She didn't apologize but gave me the pills with a glass of water. The ice pack was no longer needed. I have been in the shower for far too long.
I swallowed the pills with a gulp of the water. "Thanks."
She placed the glass on the bedside table. "No, problem. Are you okay now?"
"Yeah," I blew out. "I'm fine. The swelling will go down."
Kevin was a great fighter. No one has ever seen him enraged but when he got irritated, he threw a mean punch. With each passing year, he got better and better at it. If I hadn't known better, I would think he was practicing in his spare time.
This was not even the worst
