Chapter 19

He entered the hospital, and the smell of disinfectant and blinding white lights immediately accosted him. All his senses hurtThe EMT, ignoring him, rolled him into a curtained room. One of the nurses brought him over a fresh pair of scrubs. She appeared pleasant enough, until she told him to put off slipping on the new clothes. She wanted him to wear a paper gown until the doctor finished checking him over. Between being wet and the ungodly air conditioning, he sat frozen. So that wasn’t just no to the wait, it was hell no.

Without a word, he stood up, shucked his clothes, including his muddy boxer briefs. The nurse stared slack jawed, never turning away. He didn’t care—he got what he needed—warmth. Dressed in the scrubs and feeling a lot better, he peered at her and smiled, then sat down, prepared to wait.

Activity in his space continued nonstop. Nurses took his pulse, his temperature, and checked if he needed anything—he told them he just needed a doctor.