Desperate Times Three - Revolution by Nicholas Antinozzi

was strapped to the bed. He tried lifting his arms and found that they too were firmly secured. He suddenly felt claustrophobic and put his head back down on the pillow and took several deep breaths. The feeling slowly passed, and he thought about his predicament. How much should he tell the journalist if she did show up and start asking questions? How would Ken handle her? Jimmy smiled to himself. Ken would tell her everything from beginning to end. Or would he? Jimmy thought about that. Ken would take full responsibility for the dead bodies. Jimmy suddenly knew that like he knew his own name. He couldn’t let Ken take the fall alone.
    Jimmy forced himself to think about Julie’s miscarriage. What had caused it? How was she and would he be able to see her? He knew that she would be beside herself with grief. He knew he should be feeling something, but all he felt was emptiness. The baby hadn’t been his; he was sure of that. Still, he had been prepared to raise it as his own. Looking back on things, he thought how foolish that had been. They were going to spend the rest of their lives in prison, or worse.
    The door to Jimmy’s room swung open, and a blonde woman in blue scrubs walked in. She was tall and big boned, and she smiled warmly at him. “Welcome back,” she said. “My name is Jill. And how are you feeling today?”
    “Much better,” Jimmy said, honestly. “I’d feel a lot better if I could get out of this bed.”
    “Yeah,” she said, taking his wrist and staring down at her watch. “I’m afraid that isn’t going to happen. What I can do is adjust your bed and unstrap your arms. How does that sound?”
    “Sounds great. I promise not to run.”
    “I’m sure you won’t. You’re chained to the bed.”
    Jimmy was about to say something when Jill stuck a thermometer in his mouth. She undid the straps that bound his arms and pressed a button that adjusted his bed into a sitting position. She stared at him until he nodded. There was a beep, and she pulled the thermometer from his mouth. “Perfect,” she said, giving Jimmy a bright smile.
    “Could I have some water?”
    Jill poured Jimmy a plastic cup of water and handed it to him. “Drink slowly. We don’t want you choking.”
    The door swung open while Jimmy was sipping his water, and his doctor walked into the room. He smiled at Jimmy. “Good morning,” he said. “You look much better. How are you feeling?”
    Jimmy reached over and placed the empty cup on his bedside table. “I feel pretty good, a little sore… hungry. Can I have something to eat?”
    The doctor nodded. “Jill, would you go see about getting Jimmy some breakfast? I’d like a few moments alone with him.”
    Jill nodded and a moment later was out of the room. Jimmy rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and quickly pulled his fingers away as pain shot through his face. His muscles ached, but it didn’t feel as if he had any broken bones. He watched as his doctor scooted the chair to his bed and sat down. “You never gave me your name,” Jimmy said.
    “Didn’t I?” the doctor asked. “I’m sorry about that. My name is Dr. Davis, Dan Davis. Please, just call me Dan. Everyone else does.”
    “Okay, Dan ,” Jimmy said, feeling funny about calling a doctor by his first name. “Tell me more about this interview. Are we still going to do it?”
    Dr. Dan smiled and nodded his head. “As long as you feel up to it. Katie is here, right now. She’s even prettier in person than she is on television. I think you’ll like her. She thinks that we should do this as soon as possible, and I happen to agree with her. What do you think?”
    Jimmy shrugged his shoulders. “I’m ready when she is,” he said. “Can I get cleaned up, first? I don’t want to look like a slob.”
    Dr. Dan shook his head. “No,” he said. “Katie wants the world to see what the police have done to you. You haven’t seen your face, have you?”
    Jimmy shook his head and lightly probed his swollen face,