Gods, it hurt. His breathing harsh and labored, he felt pressure on both his hands. Scowling, he looked up into Felicia’s bright gaze. Then his mother’s. Confused, he started to speak, only to feel the tube in his throat that kept him from it. His mother buzzed for the doctor while Felicia tightened her grip on his hand. “Hey, baby.” She lifted his hand to her lips and kissed it. He tightened his grip on her fingers. “You had us both terrified,” his mother lovingly chided. “Don’t you ever get hurt again. I mean it!” He really hadn’t meant to get hurt this time. To be truthful, he couldn’t remember what had happened. One minute, he’d been dogfighting. The next … Everything else was a blur in his memory. Even most of the day was missing. He really couldn’t recall anything. His mother and Felicia stepped back as the doctor and nurse came in to evaluate him. “It’s amazing,” the doctor said at last. “He’s still recovering, but his vitals are strong and he should be back to normal in a few weeks.
