Tyler felt like s**t. Aches and pains caused sensory overload, and he had trouble keeping his eyes open. But what hurt the most was Jarod’s reaction to seeing him. Something was wrong. Tyler sensed it the moment Jarod came into his room. Was Jarod still upset over their fight? That seemed so long ago. A lifetime ago. And it almost was—Tyler’s lifetime—if Jarod hadn’t rescued him.
The thought had Tyler’s mind scrambling. Before Tyler had a chance to question Jarod, there was a knock at the opened door, and someone walked in. Judging from the long white coat and the fact the man had his face buried in a chart, Tyler guessed it was his doctor.
The man looked up, and his smile took some of Tyler’s stress away with it.
“Hello, Mr. Brannigan, it’s nice to see you awake.”
“Um. Hi, Dr.—”
“Yes
