Chapter 77 Not That Bad

• Nicholas swings his feet so they dangle over the edge of the bed and attempts to get up. He’s been in this private hospital room in North Dakota for two days, and it’s been long enough.
• His torso still burns like hell, and his head feels like someone is in there enjoying themselves by smashing his skull relentlessly with a sledgehammer, but he knows he needs to get up and moving.
• “Whoa...!” The spunky little redheaded nurse holds up her hands, coming into the room. “Where do you think you’re going, big boy?” He’s known Agatha for a few years now.