Chapter Two: Recovery
Someone was snoring. It’s not me…I think. OK, time to open the eyes. Not so bad. I looked around to see where the snoring was coming from. Scott was slumped in a chair with his head thrown back sawing down the Amazon rainforest. Gee, he looks comfortable. I scooted up in the hospital bed. OK, that was bad idea. Boy, I hurt. I
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