“I can – hear you! Where – where am I?” his voice was a whisper.
“You’re in hospital, Mr Plowright – you’ve had an accident. Don’t speak – just rest. You’re going to be all right!”
He drifted in and out of consciousness. Time had no meaning for him, just the fact that he existed.
---oo0oo---
“He’s coming round again – keep him awake if you can!” he heard a voice speaking. He felt a needle jag his left arm. Slowly, with gritted teeth, he cautiously opened his eyes. There were doctors and nurses all around him. “How are you feeling now, Mr Plowright?” a doctor enquired.
“My head – hurts – real bad – ahh!”
“You’ve had a nasty accident, Mr Plowright. You’ve been unconscious for two days with severe concussion. Can you tell me what happened?”
“My wife – where is Cleo?”
“We’ve been unable to contact her, Mr Plowright. She hasn’t been seen since your boat party. Can you tell us what happened?”
“Can’t – remember.”
“He’s suffering amnesia from that blow to the head. May take him some time to regain his memory.” Jerry could just see a cop standing at the back of the group. “Best to wait awhile, officer. He may be better by tomorrow.”
---oo0oo---
“Mr Plowright! Mr Plowright!” he felt his shoulder being gently pushed. Reluctantly he opened his eyes to see a nurse. “You’ve got visitors – do you feel up to seeing them?”
“Who?” was all he could manage.
“Your parents and your two brothers. They’ve flown from Dallas to see you.”
