“They’re hauling our SUV out of the woods,” said Agnes, as I woke up in a brightly lit white room. He hung over me, a quizzical look on his face. “Are you awake?” he asked.
“No,” I said.
“Well, it’s a hell of a note,” he said. “Were you taking a short cut back home through the woods?” he said, chuckling and now looking relieved.
I said nothing. My head hurt too much to even consider speaking.
“Lance has given us a van to use!” he said. “So don’t worry.”
I wasn’t worried about our transportation at the moment. I was worried I’d done permanent damage to my head or neck.
“No permanent damage, say the doctors,” Agnes offered.
“Don’t they have any good dope here?” I asked.
“Dope?” asked Agnes.
“Yeah, pain meds,” I said. “Four or five Demerol shots would be nice. The big ones.”
“I’ll ask the nurse,” said Agnes. “Is aspirin OK if they’re out of denner-all?”
“They won’t be out of it,” I said.
But they wouldn't give me any. I wondered if my lack of medical insurance was the reason.
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