"Okay." Peter said weakly. And that scared Aly more than anything else that had already happened. Peter did not agree to let doctors see him. He did not go in for checkups. He hated having people look at him. If he was agreeing without argument, this was bad. Bad, bad, bad.

"I can get Abby too?" Deirdre suggested, and she squeezed Renee's hand setting off to find Abby.

Peter looked up at David. "What...fucking...fucking head. What's..." Peter groaned and he leaned forward. "What's happening. Did I break my head by drinking?!"