CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Stinger woke up with a start. His heart beating fast, Stinger at first thought that he was still back on top of the warehouse when it exploded. The sensation of being blasted from underneath and sent flying through the air … his wings being burnt to a crisp … hurtling toward the concrete ground below like a stone … all of those memories and more played before his eyes in an instant until he realized that he was actually sitting in what seemed to be a hospital room bed.
He wasn’t even in his costume anymore; instead, he was wearing a patient gown, which hung loosely over his gangly body. His wings no longer felt burnt; actually, they felt about as good as ever, if a bit stiff from a lack of use. His body in general felt stiff, but it was much preferable to the intense p
