Chapter 36

“There’s nothing to see. He isn’t even awake.”

“Doc,” I said, “Mike and I have been best friends since we were eight years old, and he’s all the family I have. This evening he deliberately jumped in front of a bullet that had been intended for me. I need the reassurance of actually seeing for myself that he’s okay.”

He stood for a minute, thinking, and then said, “It’s bending the rules, but all right. You can come with me, but just for a minute.”

“I’ll wait here, George,” Deb said.

I followed the doctor through the swinging doors and down a hallway to the recovery room, where Mike lay in a bed with wires and tubes leading from him in all directions. He was white as a sheet, even under today’s sunburn, but appeared to be breathing normally. I took one of his hands, patted it, and said, “You get better, buddy. Deb and I will be waiting for you to wake up.”