"But would you want to stay? It wasnt just the worsening pain in his legs; he was edging toward a state of terminal freak-out.
Youre not dreaming, Paul. "She was sitting on the edge of his bed Paul was sitting across the room in the wheelchair. "Her hand flickered out whip-quick and rocked his head over to one side with a thin spatting sound. Ramage, the Carmichaelscrotchety but lovable old housekeeper, asked him as she came in from the pantry.
as better as it was possible to get under such bizarre circumstances, at any rate. Had that been at Revere Beach?
Moving caused the band of fire below his waist and in his legs to sink in deeper, cinching his legs like belts studded with hot, inward-pointing spikes. and he was coming more and more awake all the time, and at every second the dull sorrow settled more deeply over him, the awareness that his darling was gone.