"Frank."
"Frank."
Frank dimly heard his name being called. He wondered if this was the fabled light tunnel he'd heard so often. From the red haze where he was at, dark shadows hovered at the edge of his sight. He saw the shadows growing larger and thought he could recognize some of those shadows.
"Mom?" he asked of a female shaped dark shadow. How he had missed his mother! He remembered the warm embrace of her arms when he was three years old and he'd fallen and scraped his knee. Mom had wiped his tears and then showed him how to tie his sneakers. Frank remembered the feeling of pride he'd had when his sneakers had come untied again and he'd tied them all by himself. His mother had hugged him again.
Frank smiled. "Mom? Is that you?" The pain in his eyes grew more intense as a light shined directly in his eyes.
"He's coming around," a deep male voice said. Frank blinked. He stared up at the concerned face of Alex and a male doctor whom Frank didn't know.
"You got him, Frank. He's in custody now and some of his personal equipment won't be working for a while--if ever," Alex said. Frank could only weakly smile. He tried to sit up but the pain in his head stopped him and he lay down again. He looked down at himself. There was a bandage on his left shoulder, and it was bloody. Ahh! Frank remembered. He got the bad guy.
He sighed and closed his eyes. The doctor adjusted the sheet over Frank's bare-shaven chest as Frank's breathing evened out into a deep medicated sleep.
"Frank."
Frank dimly heard his name being called. He wondered if this was the fabled light tunnel he'd heard so often. From the red haze where he was at, dark shadows hovered at the edge of his sight. He saw the shadows growing larger and thought he could recognize some of those shadows.
"Mom?" he asked of a female shaped dark shadow. How he had missed his mother! He remembered the warm embrace of her arms when he was three years old and he'd fallen and scraped his knee. Mom had wiped his tears and then showed him how to tie his sneakers. Frank remembered the feeling of pride he'd had when his sneakers had come untied again and he'd tied them all by himself. His mother had hugged him again.
Frank smiled. "Mom? Is that you?" The pain in his eyes grew more intense as a light shined directly in his eyes.
"He's coming around," a deep male voice said. Frank blinked. He stared up at the concerned face of Alex and a male doctor whom Frank didn't know.
"You got him, Frank. He's in custody now and some of his personal equipment won't be working for a while--if ever," Alex said. Frank could only weakly smile. He tried to sit up but the pain in his head stopped him and he lay down again. He looked down at himself. There was a bandage on his left shoulder, and it was bloody. Ahh! Frank remembered. He got the bad guy.
He sighed and closed his eyes. The doctor adjusted the sheet over Frank's bare-shaven chest as Frank's breathing evened out into a deep medicated sleep.
