“Let us patch this up. You had a sizable piece of shrapnel in you back.” The man’s tone soothed some of Jaxon’s anxiety. “You are lucky.”
Jaxon heard his phone chime, but he could not find it. “Give me my phone.” He grit his teeth, trying not to move too much. “I need to answer it.”
General Sampson snapped. “Find his phone.”
“Got it. Let me answer and then…