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The room I was taken to was a comfortable one,
and not too big. The
woman, who had introduced herself as Carly Johnson, helped me get
undressed and into bed. She was the casino host, she told me, and would
try to make the next few days as comfortable as possible. The room was
complimentary, since the hotel acknowledged their responsibility for
the accident, she replied, on my statement that I couldn't pay for a
room like this.
"You just focus on getting better, and let us worry about the bill,
alright? I'll come and check on you in a few hours, after you've had
some sleep."
I thanked her again, but she waved my gratitude away.
"Don't mention it. Sleep tight, JJ."
That I did. Whichever prescription drugs I'd received from the doctor,
they had quite a kick; I was out like a light until the next morning,
when Carly woke me up by shaking me on my shoulder.
"Hey there, how do you feel? Better?"
I blinked a few times, slowly moving my head from left to right, and
nodded, sliding myself up to lean against the headboard of the bed.
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