Martin tossed and turned in the uncomfortable bed.
In the unfamiliar room (the one that was too small, but unfortunately now his), he laid there, staring out the window. Damn hip. What had he done to deserve this?
Hadn't being shot in the hip been torture enough?
So what if he'd fallen on the bathroom floor? Did he really need the humiliation of his sons knowing about it? And since Niles didn't want him, he was forced to live
with Frasier of all people. Well he could take care of himself. Just because he'd had a slight fall didn't mean he was an invalid. He was a cop for God's sake!
Now he was stuck with Frasier and a looney physical therapist. Sure, Daphne was there because of him, but she was a hell of a lot better than the other loons that
had interviewed for the job. Eddie seemed to like her and she liked him. That was all he needed to know.
Frasier said that everything will work out, eventually. He sure hoped so. For his sake… and Eddie's.