I can’t quite believe what I’m hearing. I’m awake when Tim leaves the bed. He doesn’t notice, but Pam does. “You can open your eyes now,” she says. “He’s gone.” I blink them open to find her standing by the bed, wearing a smile. “I wanted a chance to talk with you, find out where your head is at, but things down there are getting a little heated. Did you sleep at all?” She reaches out when I struggle to sit up. Not easy with one arm unusable. “Dozed a little,” I confess. “You looked comfortable enough,” she says with a wink. “You know you’ll have to deal with your situation, right? At this moment, there are four, big, chest-pounding males in that room downstairs, trying to decide by way of who can be loudest, what should be done with you. As much as I can understand wanting to roll up in a ball and hope it’ll all go away, you realize that is impossible. Once that cat got out of the bag, there is no way in hell it’s gonna go back in.” She sits down beside me on the edge of the mattress.
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