He focused on the voice and made a tremendous effort. What that effort was and how he made it he could never say. But his eyes opened. At first all he could see was a blur hovering over him. There were drops falling on his face. It was confusing. Was he outdoors? Was it raining? His vision cleared and he recognized who’s voice had brought him back. He blinked twice and managed to clear his throat. ‘Jesus, Kent, in a minute you’ll be pissing on my boots again too. Stop with the crying shit.’ he croaked. She jumped. A happy smile spread over her face and she yelled for the nurse. Then she was crying again, hard, and she was beating on his chest with her small, clenched fists. ‘Damn you. Damn YOU Sarge. You prick, don’t you EVER do this to me again you bastard.’ She stopped hitting him and buried her face on his chest. ‘Don’t you leave me again. I can’t stand it.’ ‘Good God, Kent.’ Somehow he managed to lift an arm that weighed about two tons and draped it over her back. ‘You really are. My heart started beating again, and it was going a mile a minute, as if making up for lost time. Now I knew what Gretchen had in mind for after dinner entertainment. ‘Dear God in heaven,’ I muttered in awe. ‘Thank you!’ Trish said and started serving us. Gretchen laughed and hugged me. ‘Surprise. Now, let’s dig in everyone. I’m betting we’ll need the energy later.’ It took a while for us to get into any kind of normal dinner conversation. We ate and talked about the interesting things we’d seen on the ship. I remembered that work was off-limits and kept myself focused on listening to their stories of shopping. Jo and Earl had visited the water park and were enthusiastic about getting in some swimming. That actually sounded like it might be fun. The seafood that someone had picked for the meal was wonderful. I devoured my lobster like I was starving. Then I had a second helping. The butter sauce was fabulous. Half an hour later we had demolished the meal and Gretchen served us an.
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