Chapter 29

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“Mr. Murphy.”

Someone was gently shaking Wynn’s shoulder. It took him a minute to realize who and where he was—and why. The last had him wide awake in seconds.

He was in the waiting room off the ICU, which was marginally better than the main one, and had been for the last almost forty hours. At least, besides the chairs, there were a couple of sofas, one of which he’d taken over since there had been only one other person in the waiting room when he’d gotten there.

He sat up quickly, ignoring the aches from the way he’d been sleeping, and looked fearfully at the nurse. “Is something wrong? Is he…?”

“We’re moving him to a private room in about an hour. I thought you might want to clean up a bit beforevisiting him. He’s awake, but very groggy still.”

“Thank God,” Wynn whispered.