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I was feeling no pain, thanks to the codeine, when I climbed back into the Gray Ghost. Conor followed me back to his place. I would’ve preferred my own bed, but Conor insisted on keeping an eye on me in case my condition worsened.
In his bedroom, I pulled off my clothes. I thought about taking a shower but was too tired. I didn’t want to risk passing out and giving myself another concussion. So I stashed my gear next to his nightstand and crawled into bed. “Good night, babe,” I said.
“Hey, I know you’re tired, but aren’t ya supposed to stay awake? You having a concussion and all?”
“Doctor said as long as I don’t start puking again or go into a coma, I’ll be fine.”
He eyed me suspiciously. “You’re not having me on, are ya?”
“Jake fell off a roof a couple years ago. The doctors told
