Chapter 275: Family, Part 8

James

“What am I doing here?”

The nurse looks up from where she is fussing over something to do with my leg and over the top of her half-moon glasses. “You were shot, Mr Alexanders.”

Shot?

She straightens up, looking down at me. “You don’t remember?”

“No,” I say weakly. “I don’t”

I can still barely lift my head and can’t even consider sitting up. Michael stands over me, arms folded. “How are you feeling?”

My skull aches abominably and I still can’t think straight, thoughts dancing away If I try to concentrate on anything. As I squeeze the bridge of my nose, trying to relieve the pressure a little, Charlotte strokes my fingers.

“Err.… terrible, actually,” I say. “I’ve never felt so knocked out.”

“Mmm….” Michael purses his lips. “That’s a good sign actually.”

“It is?”

“Ah-ha. It means you’re alive.”

I was shot?

I still can’t believe it.

“How long have I been here? I feel dreadful.”