Chapter 3
Later that morning, after I’d managed to shower and change into a button up shirt and a pair of shorts, the door swung open and a familiar voice said, ‘And how are you feeling today, Belinda?’
‘I’ll be better when you send me home, Dr Phillips.’
‘Well, let’s have a look at you and we might be able to make that happen.’
‘Really? I can go home?’ I eagerly turned my head toward his voice.
‘Now, now, it can’t be that bad. Nurse, if you could assist me?’
A firm hand touched my shoulder and I lay back. The silent nurse undid the buttons of my shirt to show the doctor the healing wounds. I stifled a wince at the cool touch, wondering if this was the same nurse who had destroyed my flowers.
The doctor probed my ribs and I held back another wince. I needed to get out of there and d
