by E. E. Borton
“So I’ve been keeping you busy?”
“That’s an understatement, son,” said Doc. “The way I figure, you lost almost half the blood in your body, or damn near. The worst of your injuries was a knife wound that nicked your femoral artery. My nurse was able to grab it through the wound, clamp it, and then give you CPR. Pretty amazing work in a muddy pit during a hurricane, wouldn’t you say?”
“I would,” I said. “When do I get to thank this nurse?”
“Right now,” said Doc, turning his head.
I saw her standing in the doorway. More images fired off in my head, but this time, they were magnificent images. I remembered a waterfall and a candlelight dinner in a camper. I remembered I would die for this woman.
“He’s got some blank spots, but he’s coming around nicely,” said Doc. “He’s gonna be just fine.”
“That’s very good news,” said the nurse.
She moved closer, sitting on the edge of my bed. Reaching up to my face, she brushed the hair out of my eyes. I could see tears in hers.
Do you know who I am?”
“I do,” I said. “Your name is Kelly.”
“Do you know who you are?”
“I do,” I said. “My name is Henry.”
The End
Other books by E.E. Borton:
ABOMINATION
SUFFER
