Chapter 32He sat up in bed. He touched fingertips against his forehead. Clammy skin felt more wet than warm. Wiping a forearm across his brow, he worried about still having a fever. Could mean an infection set in.
Lifting the glass up from the nightstand, and fitting the straw between his lips, He took a long satisfying sip of water. It didn't matter. In another few moments he would be thirsty again. The last few hours nothing seemed to quench his need for a drink. Every twist and turn agitated his side where the bullet had been extracted by his niece, Nadine. The young nurse saved his life. He just wished she could get her hands on a painkiller stronger than Motrin P.M.
Regardless, he felt a hundred percent better than he did a few days ago.
There was only his family to thank. His sist
