I did, in fact, lose consciousness.
They—the doctors at our local mega hospital—say it was from blood loss and insist I had no infection at all, which is pretty damn suspicious. My memory was very intact after I finally regained consciousness, and I clearly recall Logan mentioning that my legs already looked infected.
My bullshit radar pings hard, especially when I find out there's no copayment or deductible for this stay. It's all covered under some sort of fund for victims of supernatural crime.
When did we have a fund for that?
All very fishy.
After three days in the hospital, they send me home. Aside from a few tiny scars on my legs and a bunch of lies from the doctors in charge, I'm as good as new.
Yeah, right.
"The office?" Penelope scowls at me from the driver's seat of her cute little yellow Jeep. "Why are you trying to go to work? You need to go home and rest!"
