Over the next thirty-six hours, Paul began to feel somewhat normal again. He no longer felt as if he’d been beaten and left for dead. His muscles ached, but it was more like something one would experience after a good hard workout.
Megan took her role of caregiver seriously. She hadn’t been pleased that he’d awakened the other night and gone downstairs for food. He’d been given a nice little lecture about letting people take care of him. Was that something all women learned how to do? Did they teach it in school or something? He could have sworn he’d received a similar lecture from both Melissa and his mother at various times in his life.
As it was, Paul didn’t want for much of anything. Megan made sure he had food, water, cough syrup, pain medication, and anything else she thought he mi
