It was late afternoon before Jordan blinked his eyes rapidly, then opened them and frowned.
“Where the hell am I?” he rasped.
“ICU, but just as a precaution,” came a voice from his right.
He swiveled his head and looked into the sapphire blue eyes that had captivated his heart so many years ago.
“Hi, honey,” he said. “What happened?”
“Jackass stuck you. The one you were working on,” Tim told him from the foot of his bed. “Got you pretty good, but the doctor says you’re gonna be okay.”
“Well, that explains why my gut hurts,” Jordan observed. “They do surgery?”
“Yep, had to,” his partner confirmed. “But you should only be out of commission for about three weeks. I swear, dude, if you wanted a break, you could have just filled out a vacation form, like normal people do.”
Jordan grinne
