Last we left off with Red Claw and his misadventures ...

David did not step away from Death’s door so much as he flopped over sideways after running into the doorframe, head first.

He opened his eyes. Colors mixed like a protein shake gone bad. Through the fog of medication, he fought with sluggish determination to the land of reason. On the second try, he won. David looked around taking in the bed, its safety rails, the IV drip leading to his arm, and the endless sea of sterile white. It was not until his bedraggled thoughts assembled the puzzle pi...