art monitor was a ste

ening. The doctors had said he had a concussion and a severely fractured right hand. The

as an instinct, a primal need to hide

room door, followed by the scent of Aver

s she approached the bed. Then, her voice, hushe

No, Donnie's fine, just a few stitc

pa

hotel is in two weeks. That's when I'll 'remember' everything. It'll be so romantic

tone in his chest. So, it ha

o Nurse White. She's a friend. She'll make sure his chart is... discreet. No

ed into place. The en

A moment later, he felt her

r voice thick with fake emotion

essed. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to scream. Instea

mumbled, play

brilliant, false smile.

im water, and recounted a heavily edited version of the accident where she was

nize, she smiled at him. "You have a visitor. A Miss Je

forward. "He's not seeing anyone. He needs

's okay," he said, his voice deliberately weak. "I'd like to see her." He turne

ry in her eyes were real, for once. He was using her o

ears, his phone, which had been retrieved from the wreck, began to

had tagged hi

were smiling, her head on his shoulder. The caption read: Some p

her. A flood of provocations s

the phone over, placed it on the bedside table, and closed his eyes. He wouldn't give them the satisfaction