CHAPTER 53
There’s fussing around my room, and two men are bringing a camera in. I don’t remember ordering a bedside interview.
My hospital room has never beheld such a crowd. There’s Doc, Eric, and several faces I’ve never seen or only partially recognize. I have the vague impression I’ve been out of it for a while. Well, what do you expect when all I’ve got to do is lie around waiting for my superhero a.k.a. Secretary Hamilton to show up and fly me home?
Doc’s forehead is beaded with sweat. Is he still worrying himself sick over me? I’m fine I want to tell him, but somehow I don’t think he’ll believe me.
For a moment, I worry that all this chaos has to do with my health, but I don’t hurt anywhere. Come to think of it, I haven’t experienced any kind of pain in a while. Which leaves me
