Frisco's Kid
Chapter One
Frisco's knee was on fire.
He had to lean heavily on his cane to get from the shower to the room he shared
with three other vets, and still his leg hurt like hell with every step he took.
But pain was no big deal. Pain had been part of Navy Lt. Alan "Frisco"
Francisco's everyday life since his leg had damn near been blown off more than
five years ago during a covert rescue operation. The pain he could handle.
It was this cane that he couldn't stand.
It was the fact that his knee wouldn't - couldn't - support his full weight or
fully extend that made him crazy.
It was a warm California day, so he pulled on a pair of shorts, well aware that
they wouldn't hide the raw, ugly scars on his knee.
His latest surgery had been attempted only a few months ago. They'd cut him open
all over again, trying, like Humpty Dumpty, to put all the pieces back together.
After the required hospital stay, he'd been sent here, to this physical therapy
center, to build up strength in his leg, and to see if the operation had worked
- to see if he had more flexibility in his injured joint.
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