Chapter 39

Cordia sat next to Will's makeshift bed, hardly believing she was looking into his eyes. "I can't imagine what it must be like to be shot and then have someone digging around inside you with a knife and no anesthesia trying to find the bullets," she mutters, shaking her head. "No chance you're going to get an infection or pneumonia or anything is there?"

He shook his head. "Nope, I'll be just fine. Y'all can't get rid of me that quickly. Take a few weeks or so to heal up, that's all. Doctor did say I was lucky that the bullet that hit me in the collarbone had already went through something else though, otherwise it probably would have killed me."

Cordia's eyes were wide with amazement. "Really?"

"Yep, but I'm okay." He paused for a second, studying her face. "How are you?"