Jack laughed and handed Eddie Grayson to Troezen. "For a long time one of my friends thought my name was Bryan," he answered. "The mistake was fixed, but he still called me Bryan as a joke. You'll get used to Eddie easier. I'll get used to Bryan easier."
He smiled and shrugged. "Another thing. My high school football team was the Falcons. Bryan Falcon will be very easy for me to get used to."
"What a horrible mess," Tara muttered, still unaware of Adam's regained consciousness. Her hand was pressing hard on the chest wound. The arm wound was bound tightly with a piece of Adam's shower curtain.
Tara looked around, trying to find something that would work to stop the blood from the chest wound, but couldn't find anything.
"Damn, you, Adam," she muttered. "Can't you keep a reasonable first-aid kit in your bathroom?"
Her words had been loud enough for Adam to hear, though she didn't realize he had.