“You better be decent.” I rapped lightly on the door before pushing my way in. Even though I had my game face on, I couldn’t help grimacing when I saw Matt who was battered and bruised. Not to mentioned bandaged and bored. I could tell he was bored by the way he was flipping through the television channels, much to the chagrin of his roommate who appeared to be trying to rest.
“Hey, it’s my best girl,” Matt said, setting down the remote. I noticed his roommate, a young guy in his early twenties, perked up as well at my appearance. “Did you get Danny?”
“Yeah, we got him,” I said, sitting in the chair by Matt’s bed. I patted his hand, afraid to touch him for fear of breaking something. “He stayed the night with me, and he’s with my parents right now.”
“I told my parents about him,” Matt said, grimacing as he spoke. His mother was deeply religious, so I could only guess what she’d said to that bit of information. “They want to see him.”
“Sure, if it’s ok with you,” I said cautiously. “Do you think it’s a good idea?”
“Yeah. After my mother calmed down, she was dying to see him. I think she thinks this might be the only chance she’ll have to have a grandchild.” Matt smiled, but it held little mirth. “So, fill me in. Did we get the bad guys? Is Kayla back?”
“We got Digger and Brenda. We don’t have Kayla yet, but the cops are working on it.” I didn’t tell him that they were at a dead end because I didn’t want to cause him any grief. “What did the doctors say?”
Turned out that because Matt was in such great shape, most of the wounds were superficial. Only the one across his abdomen had done serious damage. Oh, there was another semi-serious one on his left bicep, but it wasn’t as bad as the one on his stomach. The doctors wanted to keep him for a few more days, but they were optimistic that he’d regain full mobility if he followed his physical therapy plan to the letter. Knowing Matt, he’d do as much and more than they planned. They would have to stop him from doing twice as much as they wanted because he’d be determined to get out of the hospital as soon as possible.
“Don’t you ever do that to me again,” I said, punching him lightly in the arm. “Do you know—I thought…” I let my voice trail off because there wasn’t any reason to say what I’d thought now that Matt was going to be ok.