It was three hours later when Chandler started to come to again, but for him it was as though almost no time had passed at all. One moment he was getting his ass kicked and the next...
He squinted against the glare of the light in his room. In all actuality, the light wasn't that bright. Chandler's head was killing him, though. Come to think of it, there didn't seem to be a part of his body that didn't hurt like hell.
He groaned softly as he took a mental inventory of all his various pains. His memory of what had happened was fairly vague as he came to, but it was clear that he'd gotten his ass thoroughly kicked. He didn't need to remember the details to know that.
As his eyes fluttered open, he caught sight of the gorgeous brunette seated next to his bed. He smiled weakly as his hand reached for hers.
"Hey, beautiful."
She was probably going to kick his ass for getting himself hurt like this, but he was really hoping she'd let him heal up first. He wasn't sure he could take another ass-kicking tonight.
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