The sound of an ice machine in the hall woke Luke. Slowly, he opened his eyes, the weight of his lids feeling unusually heavy. He looked at his hand first and saw the IV attached, reminding him that he was in the hospital. He strained to remember the fire for the umpteenth time and still he found nothing. Everything went black
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Well, I never said I didn't have anything left in my angst-bucket. I think I have reserves left of that (but they're diminishing greatly).
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I can not wait for Luke to find out how Reid hurt his hands!
Any idea when you're going to post the next chapter? I'm greedy! :D
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Luke finds out that little tidbit soon!
Thank you!
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I'm sure we will learn more about the state of Reid's hands in good time. Somehow I think learning that Reid risked his career for Luke's life will go a long way toward healing.
Many comments ago I said something about hoping you had your mop ready to clean up the mess. I think the mop bucket is now out of the closet.
Great work as always. I love this story.
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Yes, the mop is out (along with my industrial power-washer). I think it can't hurt that Reid saved Luke's life and risked his career without hesitation.
Thank you so much for your kind comments!!!
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