Chris moaned as he climbed into the passenger side of the ambulance. “You’re going to be pretty useless.” Sara gave him a worried frown. “You look like crap, you know.” “Thanks for the confirmation.” He yawned and made no attempt to hide it. “I used to be able to stay up for ninety-six hours straight with no sleep.” He yawned again. “I must be getting old.” “Yeah, twenty-seven is over the hill.” She put on her seat belt, started the motor and drove out of the garage. “It feels like it today.” He had been on the go ever since their shift ended this morning at six. After a quick breakfast, Sara had gone to bed and Chris headed for the hospital to check on Miller. The hospital had already released him, and he was waiting outside for Chris to pick him up. The cut on Miller’s head had been stitched up and covered with a bandage that looked even whiter against his dark skin. He hadn’t signed up for any sort of veteran’s assistance since he moved to Denver, so Chris took Miller to the VA hospital and helped him get scheduled for outpatient treatment.
