Chapter 13
Among the things Vin had most taken for granted in his life, being able to wash his own f*****g hair was pretty high on the list.
True, he still had a partial cast on, keeping his left ankle still rigidly locked, but he was finally able to bend at the knee. And the arm cast was gone. True to Doctor Roux’s predictions, Vin had gotten a set of infected scratches along his tender skin, especially along the back of his hand, nothing that a little Bacitracin couldn’t clear up. Being able to flex his fingers, eat like a normal person without having Beau cut up Vin’s steak like Vin was some sort of toddler, that was a relief and a half.
So the fact that he had his head under the faucet, leaning back in the bathtub, wasn’t exactly perfect, but it was a hundred and fifty percent bette
