As soon as the nurses wipe away the blood, more trickles out from the wounds. Andrea tugs her ankle away from the nurse and goes to look at Andrew, but there’s too much blood. She rushes to the window and sticks her head outside, letting the cool sea breeze calm her churning stomach.
“Mr. Clifford, we need to remove the glass now, but I have to warn you, it’s going to hurt a lot,” the doctor says. “Because of your heart condition, we can’t use any anesthesia.”
“That’s fine,” Andrew says. “I don’t need it anyway.”
Andrea’s heart thuds nervously in her chest. The room is deathly quiet. All she can hear is the clink of the glass as it lands in the metal tray and Andrew’s pained breathing. She closes her eyes and fights the urge to vomit out the window.
Andrew saved my life, she think
