When I woke up, my head felt somewhat funky. My throat was dry and my back, and torso were sore; there was no pain still, but I felt the spot where the healer broke my ribs and put them back together.
As I set down on bed, I noticed that my kitchen table was in my bedroom. On it was a bottle of water, a sandwich, a bag of chips, and pills. I saw a little note too.
-Good morning!
I know you don't feel pain now, but it will change in a couple of hours. So take the pills, eat something and go to bed! You have some days off.
The Greek sculpture is worried, like the rest of them. They will come to see you tonight.
Don't get out of bed. I mean it!
See you tonight.
Ben.-
I took the pills; while I was swallowing them with water, I thought how the hell he knows about George's nickname. W
