When Karma Comes to Call
“My throat is scratchy and dry. I smack my lips.
“You’re awake,” a soft voice whispers. I focus my attention and find Karma sitting at my bedside.
“How long?”
“Two days, you been in and out since we let you sleep after the concussion passed. Hold on, I’ll get water and the Doc.” She holds up a glass with a straw and I take a few grateful sips. “You good?”
I grunt, taking stock of my body. The road rash was a given, along with the aches and pains. The pain in my ribs isn’t severe ...enough to be broken, so I’ll go with bruised. My leg is trussed up like a turkey, but I don’t have a cast, so it can’t be broken.
“You okay?” I croak. She pauses in the doorframe.
“You’re the one laid up and you’re asking about me?” Her face softens. “I’m good, a couple of bruised ribs, one cracked. A bit of road rash. Otherwise, I’m good as new.MoreLess
“You’re awake,” a soft voice whispers. I focus my attention and find Karma sitting at my bedside.
“How long?”
“Two days, you been in and out since we let you sleep after the concussion passed. Hold on, I’ll get water and the Doc.” She holds up a glass with a straw and I take a few grateful sips. “You good?”
I grunt, taking stock of my body. The road rash was a given, along with the aches and pains. The pain in my ribs isn’t severe ...enough to be broken, so I’ll go with bruised. My leg is trussed up like a turkey, but I don’t have a cast, so it can’t be broken.
“You okay?” I croak. She pauses in the doorframe.
“You’re the one laid up and you’re asking about me?” Her face softens. “I’m good, a couple of bruised ribs, one cracked. A bit of road rash. Otherwise, I’m good as new.MoreLess
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