Chapter 21
Clay slowly blinked his eyes, letting sleep drain from his system. He felt much stronger than the last time he’d woken. He sat up carefully, wary of the dizziness returning, but there were no ill effects.
For the first time he took in what he was wearing. Light grey loose-fitting trousers, tied at the waist, and a white vest top. The room was warm enough that he didn’t feel chilly.
Satisfied that sitting wasn’t going to cause any problems he decided to try to stand. Getting onto his feet was fine, but standing felt strange. Muscles in his legs ached at the unaccustomed effort. The days he’d spent crammed in his cockpit had taken their toll.
He spent several minutes getting used to standing again, then gingerly walking back and forth beside the bed. Several times his
