The next time he woke, Wade felt as though someone had gouged a hot poker into his side, twisting it around a few times before doing the same thing to his head. “Well, it’s about time you opened your eyes, young man,” a feminine voice said from beside him. “What happened?” His throat was like sand paper and his voice sounded like he’d been gargling with gravel. “I’m not sure exactly,” the woman answered. She stepped closer to the side of his bed. Her dark hair was pinned back into a tight bun and the purple scrub shirt bagged loosely across small breasts as she reached out to wrap a blood pressure cuff around his upper arm. “You were brought in three days ago with a knife wound that penetrated your left kidney. You almost bled out before they got you into surgery. You’re a lucky man; the doctor was able to save the kidney. You should be as good as new before long.”
“The girl. Is she okay?”
“What girl?” the nurse asked as she reached for the stethoscope that hung around her neck.
“I don’t know her name . . .” The woman stared down at him with polite concern and she shook her head. “You know what?” Wade said, closing his eyes against the harsh glare of the florescent light above his bed. “Never mind. What about Jake and Danny? Are they here?”