It was the pounding in his head that woke Adam three mornings after the accident. The painkillers had rinsed away the throbbing in his leg but the misery just seemed to transport itself and beat his brains in with a thick thudding that matched each heartbeat.
The doctor said the concussion was nothing serious, so the headache would probably go away after a few days. You don’t want to go cold turkey and flush the pills, he warned Adam. Trust me, he told him, it’s going to hurt for a while. Don’t fight it, he said.
Or you’ll lose.
The disorientation—the feeling that he was a little off-balance—was only aggravated by the pain pills. The gnawing ...