Chapter 11

“Fortunately the cuts on your head aren’t deep enough to require stitches,” one of the EMTs said. “I cut away the hair so I could clean the wounds. Your doctor can prescribe some pain medicine if you need any.” He spoke in a tone that suggested he’d treated an injury like this countless times in the past. He packed his kit and looked up at Officer Parsons. Sam saw him give a quick gesture with his head toward the corridor.

The policeman followed him outside where they began to talk in hushed tones. Sam could not hear what they were talking about but a moan from Joel brought his attention back to his lover.

“Oh, no,” he groaned. “How am I supposed to dance like this?” He rushed into the bathroom and examined his reflection in the mirror, gently touching the area around the bandage. “