Page 2 of The Sicilian Bastard
"There she is." A stout doctor came in followed by the chirpy nurse.
He checked my vitals and had a murmured conversation with the bright nurse.
"How are you feeling?" He checked my pulse.
I made some noncommittal noise in the back of my throat. I was too confused to figure out anything.
"All right, well, you really scared us. You came in with a GSW to the temple and wouldn't wake up. It's been about a month since they found you. I'm sure you're confused. I'll answer any questions you have to the best of my ability." He looked at me, waiting for a response.
"Yeah, I have two," I rasped. My throat was clogging up again. I could feel myself getting sleepy as well.
"Shoot." He perched on the edge of the bed.
"Where am I, and who am I?"
