Malik
God, my head pounded. I needed something for the pain. It was unbearable. I picked up the call button and smashed it with my thumb. A nurse came in with a smile.
“How can I help you, Mr. Jones?”
“My head. It hurts really badly,” I said.
“On a scale of 1 to 10, and where?”
“All over, but mostly behind my eyes and the temples. It’s way over a 10.
“Okay, I’ll give you a little morphine. We’ll see if that takes some of the edge off. How is your arm, your chest, and ribs?”
“Painful too,” I mumbled. “What time is it?”
“It’s 8 in the morning.”
“Has my wife been by?”
“No.” Her lips had thinned. What was that about?
“Can I have some water?”
She nodded and poured me a cup. I took it and drank. It was cool and felt good.
She gave me the medication. I closed my eyes, waiting for it
