CHAPTER 23
RECOVERING
Johnson entered the hospital ward a few days later with a stack of magazines in his arms. He lifted up his right arm and stroked his eyebrow. He was in desperate need of water from a dry mouth, putting it down to not eating or drinking much ever since Lisa’s accident. He couldn’t sleep and the image of her suffering such trauma filled his every waking moment. What was wrong with him? It wasn’t like him to be thinking about a woman incessantly. I’m tired, and that’s all it is.
Lisa was propped up on the bed, reading a book. Her hands shook when her eyes flickered to him, and she quickly set the book down on the bed.
“How are you feeling today?” In spite of the black circles under her eyes and the bruising around her arms, she looked striking.
“Still a bit sore, bu
