The lights are bright, so f*****g white they're blinding. My head is pounding but for the first time in months, I don't feel pain-my hips, my knees, my arms, none of them hurt. Turning my head to the side, I attempt to peek through my lids. Next to me sits my wife balled up in a plastic chair, her head resting on her folded arm. She looks miserably uncomfortable, and she's not wearing the clothes she had on this morning.
I don't wake her or call for the nurse. Sleep lures me back into the veil of darkness where I'm comfortably numb.
"He's moved around some, but I don't think he's woken up." Piper's voice is still that of an angel no matter how many times I hear it.
"We're keeping him pretty heavily dosed on morphine to ward off the pain until we can figure out what's causing it. It wi
