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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 202 of 307 A nurse floated in through the door and checked my pulse and made note of the numbers beeping away at machines on both sides of my bed. "How are you feeling?" She asked me. "A little nauseous." "That's the morphine. You've got six broken ribs and your right arm was shattered. You took quite a beating." "That's okay, I think I slept through most of it." I joked. No one laughed. Unfunny Nephi strikes again. Sarah raced in. She was carrying Alii, and Rhythm followed close at her heels, "I'm so sorry." "So, it was you who did all this to me. That's a fine thank you for all the pizza I brought you." She looked at the nurse, "Is he?" Then back to me, "Are you? Lucid?" "Yes, I'm lucid. The last thing I remember is your ex husband heaving me like a toy airplane." "Her ex husband?" This was Kayla. "Damn it Nephi, are you with the gays or not?" Sarah turned to her, "What?" She turned back to me. "Who is this?" "I don't know who she is, but this is my dad." I pointed with my good hand. |