CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

My injuries are severe enough that I have to stay in the infirmary for a couple of days. My healing is a little slowed down so I find myself in and out of sleep, the pain medication doing its magic.

My leg is in a cast which Quill has decorated with all sorts of disturbing pictures.

“Keep him away from me!” I scowl when he enters the infirmary on the fifth day with Jesse and Beth in tow.

Beth immediately takes his pen and tucks it in her bag.

Scowling, Quill slumps on the visitor’s chair. “I was making the dreary, ‘un-dreary.’”

“I’ve never seen an uglier cast, Quill.”

Jesse studies the pictures drawn on it and raises a brow, “That is ugly. A five-year old could do a better job.”

Quill sneers at him and Jesse ignores him in favor of taking my hand, “How’re you doing?”

“They’ve slowed down my pain meds,” I shrug. “My healing is getting back on course. The nurse says another two days and I should be free of the cast and able to move about. I need a crutch for a couple of days mo