Chapter 28: Unwanted advice.

TRAVIS THANKED THE NURSE and entered the ICU bay, Mason on his heels. Ethan's body was relaxed, his head lolling to one side at an angle that was bound to leave a crick.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Ethan's words were slurred and quiet. The anesthesia hadn't worn off yet.

"Making sure they took the right leg." Travis reached over and prodded Ethan's left knee.

"You rat bastard. Stop." Ethan pushed Travis' hand away.

"Looks like they knew what they were doing." He stepped back and hooked his thumbs in his pockets.

They'd been here a few times over the years. Sometimes they'd been in beds next to each other. Every time they'd pulled through.

"What'd the doc say?" Mason asked.

"Like I fucking know." Ethan was perhaps the grumpiest when he was hurt. His soon-to-be ex-wife had often commented on his inability to handle pain or a little direction. Over the years she'd lost the fondness for his grouchy behavior. Maybe Travis should have seen their split coming, but he did