Chapter 23

Late that evening, Martin sat by Dylan’s bedside and watched as the injured man began to come out of his drug-induced haze. First, Dylan stretched a bit. He winced when that movement pulled the stitches. Otherwise he seemed to be waking in a normal manner. He murmured something vague and then his eyes opened. He gazed around, confusion clear in his expression.

“My God, what happened?” Then he drew a deep breath. “Oh yes, another wound. I’ve been through this before. This is not an army hospital behind battle lines, though. It looks very familiar and much more luxurious.”

He turned to Martin, recognition and recall dawning in his face. “And you are here, which you would not be were this a field medical facility.” He paused, clearly absorbing the rushing tide of more recent memories. “Are the children all right?”