The sight made the sheriff chuckle. “Hard at work Paul?” He put his hands on his hips as Paul looked up, a few needles threaded in the cuff of his flannel sleeve.
“Hey sheriff. They had some old blankets when I asked. Couldn’t keep still, nurse got sick of me I think.” he looked to the end of the bed where his cast foot peeked out of the covers, pale toes wiggling from the open end.
The Sheriff chuckled, shaking his head. "Well just came to check on you. Your Nana must be worried sick."
Paul shook his head. "Nah. I called her. She's safe in her house. Luckily she has the backup generator if anything happens and Nathan's next door."
"Actually he's outside in the van." Came the familiar voice of Jon from the room's entrance.
Hardy and Paul leaned over to look and there stood Jon, Nikki, and Kaitlynn. The nurse in training rushed to her father who pulled her into a tight hug.