Morning found him tired and sore, but he managed to roll out of bed a good twenty minutes before the nurses arrived. Or maybe they were just slow today. Regardless, he'd been getting lax in his exercise routine and some extra time to work his muscles would do him good in the long run. His ribs weren't so sore anymore, but the place he'd been stabbed last night still felt tender and he had to stop every so often if he got dizzy. His body felt like it was running on empty. But he did listen to the intercom with some small satisfaction to hear there would be a chapel service today. Thank God for small miracles.

He found some fresh clothing and did what he could to look presentable as his nurse escorted him upstairs. She was nice and let him lean on her when he got wobbly, though she chided him for spending too much time out in the cold yesterday. Perhaps he'd caught something, she fretted.

The chapel was almost as he'd remembered it a few nights past, but now it was much brighter and much more inviting. He found a pew a few rows from the front and sat, head bowed in concentration and silent prayer.