Chapter Sixteen
Slow Recovery
MaGrath walked into the clinic, dusting the snow off of his jacket before going over to the medicine cabinet to extract the syrup he planned to administer.Walking through the little interconnecting doorway, he glanced up at the patient bed to see a pair of blue-gray eyes calmly watching him enter the room.MaGrath nearly dropped the bottle in surprise.
“Dear God!Yulen!How long have you been awake?”
“I have no idea.”His eyes searched the room for something to jog his memory, but nothing clung.“Where am I?This isn’t Alta Novis, is it?”
“We’re in West Crestin.”
“West Crestin?Who all...how long...”
Laying a hand over the man’s parched and peeling lips, the physician chuckled and proceeded to uncork the bottle, extracting a spoon from his coat pocket before p
