Jul 12, 2005 22:55
Bored. Bored and in vague pain, the morphine was taking care of most of it, he indulged in the stack of Harry Potter books Aly had brought him, reading while she went to get food for herself.
It was during visiting hours, and he could hear some kids visiting their grandmother just up the hall, telling her all about how Timmy fell in the mud again. He sighed and opened "The Sorcerer's Stone". Maybe he could finish all five in time to get out and pick up the sixth.