Some time later, Nigel awoke to the chatter of several men, some in plain clothes, others in Milford police uniforms.

“He’s awake!” said a large bald man.

“The patient needs his rest. Get out of here,” a nurse demanded.

“Your patient is a witness to a crime, and I need to question him.”

“Fine, just you.”

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The room emptied so fast that it alarmed Nigel. He looked around the room.

I’m in the hospital, Nigel said to himself. He reached up reflexively and felt bandages on his head.

The bald man held out his hand.

“I’m Detective Foster. I need to ask you a few questions.”

Nigel just nodded. His throat was in a knot.

“Do you know who shot you?” Detective Foster asked.

Nigel opened his mouth but couldn't speak. It all flooded back. If Milo hadn't grabbed him at just that moment, Nigel would be dead.

“What’s the matter with him?” Detective Foster asked a nurse.

“He’s in shock. I need to get the doctor.”