Chapter 3

Sighing, I filled the hot tub, turned on the jets, and soaked my body for a long time as I sipped mineral water in between taking Tylenol. Right before the incident, I’d had a sizeable lunch, which was feeling a little unsettled at the moment. I hoped it would pass. Later that afternoon, as I lay on my couch in the living room watching bad TV, there was a knock on my door. Groaning with each movement, I got up to see who it was.

My friend Tory walked past me and into my house the minute the door was open. “Wheeler, what the hell?” he asked, looking me over from head to toe.

“It’s not that bad. I’ll be sore for a while, but nothing’s broken.” I made my way slowly back to the couch and lay down again.

Tory muted the TV and sat in a nearby chair. “You should go the emergency room and get checked out to be sure you didn’t, maybe, bruise your kidneys or something.”