Claire stared blankly at the wall as two maids slathered the ointment the doctor had prescribed on her naked back.
Gray, her new pet rabbit, who she was never letting go of, was resting on her pile of clothes, unaware of the life he had just saved.
He was a young rabbit with small pointy ears perched on the top head and the cutest nose that was constantly twitching.
To think that she would have been dead by now because of him, and instead of the soft careful hands of Kathleen and Sophia rubbing a sweet-smelling liquid into her skin, she would have been on a cold metal table as a mortician or whoever performed an autopsy, poked and prodded at her body.
"I was saved by a rabbit," she whispered then burst into hysterical laughter that made the two women pause to stare at her.
"Oh no," s
