“No.”
“Your hand is in the air.”
“I was going to touch you.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“You moved.”
“That is sinister.”
His mouth tightened.
“How do you feel?”
“Good.”
“Pain?”
“Expected.”
“Number?”
“Two.”
“Sharp?”
“No.”
“Bleeding?”
“No.”
“Dizziness?”
“No.”
“Headache?”
“One.”
He took a breath.
I raised one finger.
“Next question and I explain everything at breakfast.”
His eyes widened.
“To whom?”
“Caleb. Owen. Marian if she arrives early.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“I will use technical detail.”
He laughed despite himself.
