Makai winced as he shifted in the hospital bed. This definitely hadn’t been the way he’d seen the day going. Idly he wondered if anyone had turned off the radio. If not, he hoped he’d remembered to get some new batteries for it. The thing was ancient, but he liked it. Replacing it with a new plug-in model seemed like cheating.
The sheriff had seemed… nicer. Makai vaguely remembered being under the rubble, protecting Joey’s small body with his own, and answering the man’s questions. He’d repeated them now, and Makai had had to tell him he felt fuzzy about the details. He remembered the yelp from Joey and then dashing forward with the thought of “oh f**k, the shed” in his head.
The nurse had told him it was the shock of it all. He was hooked up to an IV and had an oxygen thing under his no
