Bob POV
The day was long, and I am feeling every bit my age. I think I have overdone it. The Doctor said to rest and let myself heal, and here I am spending the whole day in a meeting and not sleeping.
'You look pale. Are you alright?' Pam said as she walked into our room. I had struggled through dinner, putting on a smile and trying to join in and listen, but I found I was zoning out a lot and had difficulty following conversations.
'Just tired.' I replied, to be honest, I was beyond tired. My head was throbbing, like the morning after an all-night bender.
'Go to bed, try and sleep. Do you need anything?' She asked, sitting next to me on the bed, stroking a hair off my face. That action reminded me that I need a haircut.
'Pain killers.' Pam frowned at me. I rarely asked for those, e
