Chapter 11“Why are these pills still sitting in their cup?” Doctor Fisher admonished Joe like a father would his child. But in the last days, they’d grown fond of each other. “You must take your pills, Joseph.”
He was tired of the pills. And he was tired of this bed too. “When can I get outta here?” Joe asked, hitching himself up on the pillows. The pain in his chest stole a small groan out of him.
Of course, the old man heard it and furrowed his thick brows at him. “You’re in no condition to leave that bed.” He pushed the cup into Joe’s hand. “Why don’t you enjoy your stay here and read these books? Two broken ribs, Joseph. And a concussion. These are serious things.” Fisher patted Joe’s head. “Don’t you worry, I’ll have you released before spring.”
“Very funny.” Dejectedly, Joe popped
