“Although his eyes were lowered, he couldn’t help being aware of David Bloomfield’s cocky grin. “You must be feeling more like your old self this morning,” he observed genially. David’s smile widened. “I’m feeling more chipper each and every day. How much longer do you intend to keep me prisoner here? I’m itching to get home.” “Another week,” Colby answered, replacing the clipboard. “Perhaps less, depending on how well you do.” “A week!” David protested. “Are you sure you aren’t holding me up ju...st so you’ll have an excuse to visit with Valerie?” Colby’s hackles rose, and he was about to defend his medical judgment when he realized the old man was baiting him—and enjoying it. “I’m going to have you transferred out of the Surgical Intensive Care Unit this morning,” Colby continued, “but first I want you up and walking.” “I’ve been up.” Colby glanced back at the chart, surprised to see no indication of the activity. “I just didn’t let anyone know.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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