Chapter 3Gin came back to himself with a start. He didn’t have any kind of morning brain-fog or anything like that. He remembered being in absolute agony on the bench and trying to breathe, and now here he was on the bed. Nothing else had happened in between with anything that resembled conscious control.
Something must have happened, because Gin’s jacket and shirt had gone somewhere else and Smoke had pulled the bench to his side. He held out a tin cup of water with a tentative smile. “I’ll bet your mouth tastes like you’ve been sucking on old nails, huh?”
Gin grimaced. Somehow Smoke had found a way to prop him into a reclining position. It gave his ribs some relief. “How did you know?” He accepted the cup and sniffed at it. “Where did you find this?”
“On a shelf while you were having
