Chapter 22

After a brief silence,

Paul asked, “You wanna go for a pint?”

“No. I’m not in the mood

to be out in public.”

“How’s about I get some

cans in then, and we can get drunk at home?”

“Yeah.” The idea had

merit, two buddies dealing with a problem by trying to drown it in

alcohol. It wasn’t Trevor’s usual style, but why not.

“Thanks.”

** * *

Trevor

hadn’t had a minute’s sleep all night. He

couldn’t claim it was because of pain from the wound: that seemed

to be behaving well. It was kind of interesting to have a

succession of people wanting to take a look at his dick. Okay, they

were more interested in the small bandage next to his dick, but a

boy could dream. Except Trevor didn’t dream because he’d been kept

awake all night. The bloke in the next bed kept coughing

repeatedly, bringing Trevor back to full wakefulness just as he was

about to drift off. If his bed-neighbour’s bronchitis wasn’t bad

enough, the nurses at their station in the corridor outside his bay