*Claire*
My head throbs with the pulse of my heart. It hurts to breathe. The adrenaline left my body a few hours ago. There are knots under my skin surrounded by massive bruises where the impact of the bullet struck me. I know some of the medications the doctors and nurses have me on are supposed to help.
Still, I am in pain. I sigh for the millionth time as I wait for the results of my tests to come back. The I.V. in my hand feels crooked. I am hungry. I am tired. I hurt. Most of all, I am irritated because none of the nurses will tell me about Wates.
I know they do not want me to worry, but the fact they are not saying anything is really what is worrying me. I know he was stabbed by one of those punks. I cannot wait to see them in court.
I hear a couple of taps on the door before
