“Pain radiated, just enough to be felt. The meds must be wearing off. He was reaching for his weapon even before he was fully awake, but all he could feel was soft, warm skin. Nice, he thought, sighing, then drifted a bit until pieces of reality filtered through: the jumble of bedding beneath him, the smooth texture of the cotton against his bare skin, the light that spilled into the room from between the shutters. He took stock of his situation as the edge of pain pulsated a little harder. ...The whole side of his body was raw and sore and, from the feel of it, padded with thick bandages. One of the wounds from the shrapnel of the mortar had cut deep, but the others were shallower. It was that deep gash that was causing most of the throbbing pain. Then his hand ran over his hip. What the hell? He was buck-ass naked, the cotton blanket pushed all the way down to his groin. Who had stripped him? He just couldn’t remember anything except the hallucinated bodies pulling him under.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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