CHAPTER 20
FOUR HOURS LATER, Kat had been fixed up as well as the staff at the hospital could manage. It was better equipped than I’d imagined it would be, helped no doubt by a liberal application of Adam’s money. I’d tried to pay the bill myself, but he wouldn’t hear of it.
“We’ll talk about it later. Right now, you just need to look after Kat.”
I couldn’t let him fork out that much money, especially as he wasn’t working at the moment. But he was right. We’d deal with that afterwards. Kat’s wellbeing took precedence.
Dr. Dawoud had proven to be kind and compassionate, and he’d gently cleaned her wounds up and stitched the worst of them. An X-ray showed she had a fracture in her arm, so she was sporting a white cast. The pale plaster made the rainbow of bruises she wore all the more vi
