Chapter 12The trout swam through the air and flapped its tail in Radhi’s face. It seemed so real, he couldn’t tell he was sleeping, until he woke. It was dawn. Fish don’t swim out of water. He’d experienced some vivid dreams before, but nothing like this.
Oscar snored next to him in the dirt. The rising sun shined on them, like it had yesterday morning before the arch had cast its shadow.
Feeling more like himself today, he’d die for a cup of coffee. He couldn’t believe what happened. A bad dream, he still couldn’t move his legs. Expecting he would wake up in a minute—he didn’t.
At least the pain was better, and something tingled a little. It might have been his toes.
“Morning.” Oscar sat up.
“Give me more blood. It’s working. I feel something.”
Oscar leaned over Radhi’s stomach, blo
