Chapter 18 They're Counting On Him

• Hunter drags his ass out of bed, wincing as he throws his legs over the side. The pain is fucking crippling, but he refused to fill the prescription they gave him.
• In his line of work, you must always be aware of everything around you. The last thing he needs is to be operating in some kind of hazy fog today of all days.
• He squinted at the clock on his nightstand and let out a groan. It’s already ten o’clock. By the time he left the hospital, it was around two in the morning.