The doctor's words rang like a bomb in my ears, and I had to arch my brows and stare at her in complete surprise.
"A week?" I ask the question to ensure that I'm not the one making up an answer in my head.
The doctor nodded firmly. "You've been here for a week, and according to your husband, you appeared to pass out while you were in your room."
I was hit with the greatest bomb of all time yet again.
The doctor had just mentioned that I had a husband, and I'm not sure what she meant.
I wanted to be a priest one minute, a stripper the next, a rape victim, and now I have a husband.
I had the impression that life was passing me right in front of my eyes.
"Did you just mention my husband?" I ask the doctor another question.
"Yes. Your spouse." She responded. "Or is he not your husband?
