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and given Cyrus a thorough examination, the man had admitted that he had no explanation for Cyrus's injuries . . . or lack thereof. The hospital staff had taken X rays, drawn about a gallon of blood, and as a last resort the doctor had offered to start Cyrus on the rabies vaccine. But by that time the man's heart really wasn't in it. |
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"If you want to be on the safe side, Mr. Trigg, I'll start you on the injections. But to be honest, they're very painful, and I really don't believe you need them." |
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Since Cyrus was terrified of sharp objects anyway, he had decided to skip the shots and the doctor promised to call if anything turned up in his blood work. |
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Cyrus stopped after one lap around the field and glanced at the timer on his digital wristwatch. |
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He took another look at the field. It appeared to be about a mile around, but he'd done the lap in under five minutesand at a very leisurely pace. Cyrus started around again. He figured either the field was smaller than it looked, or running in the mountains had just cut his time by nearly a third. |
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Kyna was still asleep when Cyrus returned to the room. Early on he had figured out that she was not what you'd call a morning person. He took a shower, then went to the coffee shop and brought back breakfast. After he plied her with hot coffee, biscuits and jam, she stretched like a cat and looked up at him appraisingly. |
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"You make a pretty good butler." |
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"All part of the service." |
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Kyna polished off the coffee, then sat on the side of the bed rubbing her eyes. Cyrus watched her in the mirror as he shaved. |
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"You didn't sleep very well," he said. |
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"I know. You didn't either." |
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"I didn't? Did I keep you up?" |
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"Not really. I was having strange dreams, but nothing compared to yours. It sounded like you were running a marathon, |
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