Tucker Archer

Chapter 327: The Key in the Door

In Uncategorized on November 23, 2011 at 9:28 am

I’m sure Doc said some other things, but none of them really stuck in my head. The next few days passed in a haze, like my eyes had been wiped over with Vaseline. I remember being fantastically hungry, and eating voraciously, but nothing I took in seemed to have any taste.

They wanted me to start exercising with a trainer. The physical therapy Ripley did, out of guilt, while I was sleeping for all those years, has ensured that I’m not incapacitated. But I’m still weak.

They put me on the treadmill. There was nothing to run from. I stood still.

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