Chapter 49

The bed appeared a mile away from the chair. Titan eyed it and wondered why he'd been so stubborn as to try and prove he could move from one to the other.

Because he was a man, and they just always had to prove something. Having eaten the broth, he felt somewhat more alive and used his hands to palm the table and steady himself as he pushed to his foot.

Not feet.

He was still trying to come to grips with it. Ever since he'd woken, he'd felt out of sorts. The balance of his body was off. He could feel the lack of weight on his left side. As if that weren't freaky enough, it was as if his mind refused to accept it, and he kept trying to use his hand. Over and over, falling into a minor panic each time it failed to work.

There was no pain. Nothing to indicate he'd been recently injured. He'd also lost days because she'd placed him in a coma.